This is a song about "Metamorphic rocks for kids"

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Instead of putting money towards the schools for todays band of kids

And grow up to smoke rocks.

You pull up in parking lots

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

Parents pay green for their kids to go smoke it

Some kids knocked his bottle over for the last time

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

Stirrin' a crock of shit like the rocks for the cops to rob 'em,

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

For these kids who play around, but hating's just the same shit,

I have more hunger for writin than starvin dyslexic kids

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits