This is a song about "Igneaus rocks"

Because the way this city rocks, it's like amityville,

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks

Where would i be without my dogs

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

One night, i was selling some rocks

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Throwing rocks at people getting stoned like jesus

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

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

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Fuckin' up my gold pots