This is a song about "Crack rocks nigga"

And grow up to smoke rocks.

You pull up in parking lots

So tell me what they crack

Sneak up on attack

I was born to do the damn thing

Mostly crack engineering

9 months while holding in life

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

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

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

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

Where would i be without my dogs

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams