This is a song about "Crack rocks nigga"

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

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

One night, i was selling some rocks

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Bitch got all them booty shots

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

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

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

Sb nike's, with the grey box