This is a song about "Igneaus rocks"

They told me i should die n they threw rocks

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

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

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

You pull up in parking lots

And grow up to smoke rocks.

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

And some people really do care, our heroes, our rocks.

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

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

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

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

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box