This is a song about "Canada rocks"

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

Bitch got all them booty shots

And grow up to smoke rocks.

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

See the state line? pack, grab that pass and drive up to canada/

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Cookin' in the old pot, turn into the crack rocks,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

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

Come get some, you little bum

Canada is where we made it from