This is a song about "How rocks form"

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

While illusions form a picture frame

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

And i'm still hurtin over pops

You pull up in parking lots

And grow up to smoke rocks.

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

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

Migrating to a higher form of consequence compliments

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

#at #most #fair road of life 'n' #blew away it's #liquid form

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn