This is a song about "Metamorphic rocks"

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

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

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

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

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

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

I've seen the drug busts, cocaine cooked into crack rocks,

And i'm still hurtin over pops

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

Never a thug i just didn't play with rocks

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box