This is a song about "Hollow rocks"

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

I'm everything that they call nice

A hollow demon bitch

Trip, and then you never snitch

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

There's no soul, i feel like all of this rap is hollow,

Falling right back over like a hollow broomstick

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

They have hollow reflections

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

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

Trying to move foward, though it never stops