This is a song about "Igneous rocks"

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

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

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

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

Breaking the locks with these rocks from being attacked by a monster

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

Rocks in my mouth serve as a testament.

She forget about her husband

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

Where would i be without my dogs