This is a song about "Crack rocks"

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

So tell me what they crack

Yo, i'll bet she be back

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

You wouldn't be as high smoking crack rocks in a blackhawk,

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

Audemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocks

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

And i'm still hurtin over pops

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Heard the sound of several gun shots