This is a song about "Tonsil stones"

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

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

You all niggas ain't even on my level

The stones had sympathy for the devil

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

You know we kick it like everyday

When there's no seeds to plant ill move stones all day

Im tryna get on the cover of rolling stones,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

To something i don't deserve. words hurt more than sticks or stones.