This is a song about "Crock"

Stirrin' a crock of shit like the rocks for the cops to rob 'em,

I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

But tick-tock goes this clock 'cuz this crock of shit's not

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

My shit's hot like i took a dump in a crock pot

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

Look like a crock, you stand in shock/

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Stirring up a crock of it, the opposite of poppin' sick shit,