This is a song about "Comparing rocks"

Its like comparing chipmunks to biggie smalls,

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

Don't ever hide in a box or ever get hit with rocks

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Throwing rocks at people getting stoned like jesus

But it's real shit comparing to yours, son.

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Comparing yourself to big double c is like comparing

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

There's no comparing me, shocking your system like chemotherapy

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill