This is a song about "Igneaus rocks"

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

With material that rocks, killing a million stages (x2)

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Throwing rocks at people getting stoned like jesus

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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