This is a song about "Crack rocks"

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

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

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

K.n.b., abstrakt, and motherfuckers, kick rocks,

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Throwing rocks at people getting stoned like jesus

Quick flipping up sexy back

So tell me what they crack

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

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

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots