This is a song about "Bilat rocks"

Breaking the locks with these rocks from being attacked by a monster

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

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

Never a thug i just didn't play with rocks

One night, i was selling some rocks

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

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

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

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Rocks in my mouth serve as a testament.

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

Because the way this city rocks, it's like amityville,

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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