This is a song about "Igneaus rocks"

Got the beat jumping like hop scotch pussy poppin like pop rocks

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Never a thug i just didn't play with rocks

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Audemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocks

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

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

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

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

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