This is a song about "Comparing rocks"

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

Got the beat jumping like hop scotch pussy poppin like pop rocks

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Sb nike's, with the grey box

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Comparing yourself to big double c is like comparing

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

I wonder why we take from our women

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

And i'm still hurtin over pops

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I have the right to be a little cocky, thats why im comparing myself to a$ap rocky