This is a song about "Adam rocks"

One night, i was selling some rocks

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

And some people really do care, our heroes, our rocks.

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks

I've seen the drug busts, cocaine cooked into crack rocks,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Audemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocks

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

Right flows down and they might go nice