This is a song about "Igenuoes rocks"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

Rocks in my mouth serve as a testament.

If you ever feel alone and

Called ignorant and dumb by the rest, when we kick rocks,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

And grow up to smoke rocks.

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

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

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

I let you know you dealing with dogs

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Don't ever hide in a box or ever get hit with rocks