This is a song about "Bass rocks"

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

And grow up to smoke rocks.

Fuckin' up my gold pots

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

Nigga livin the life

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

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

Bass music was my culture, still is

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

Sb nike's, with the grey box