This is a song about "Ateeb rocks"

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

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

And grow up to smoke rocks.

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Rocks in my mouth serve as a testament.

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

They told me i should die n they threw rocks

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

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