This is a song about "Life rocks"

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

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

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

It's the rap monger, rap monster earl sweat attack, conquer

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

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

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

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

And grow up to smoke rocks.