This is a song about "Tonsil stones"

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones

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

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello