This is a song about "Bass rocks"

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

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

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

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

My mama smoked so god damn much

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

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

K.n.b., abstrakt, and motherfuckers, kick rocks,

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Finish line with the tire marks

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king