This is a song about "Life rocks"

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

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

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs