This is a song about "Crack rocks nigga"

One night, i was selling some rocks

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

So tell me what they crack

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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

Better yet they work my every nerve

Fuck kicking rocks im kicking boulders,

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box