This is a song about "Igneous sedimentary metamorphic rocks"

And grow up to smoke rocks.

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

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

Fuckin' up my gold pots

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Never a thug i just didn't play with rocks

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

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

Fuck kicking rocks im kicking boulders,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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