This is a song about "Tonsil stones"

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope

Stones are thrown, rocks are kicked, we die and roam the globe,

With my lyrics i'm elusive, two stones for my one bird

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

So pretentious with no potential

The stones had sympathy for the devil

And jewels, we got flooded with rocks and stones, so,

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Im tryna get on the cover of rolling stones,

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most