This is a song about "Crack rocks"

Never a thug i just didn't play with rocks

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

Because the way this city rocks, it's like amityville,

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

They told me i should die n they threw rocks

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box