This is a song about "Metamorphic rocks for kids"

Askin' for some money for rocks, to ease a bad habit

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

For christ's sake, i stabbed my wife and my two kids!

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with

You pull up in parking lots

And grow up to smoke rocks.

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

Parents pay green for their kids to go smoke it

Living out of a homeless shit

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

We do for the kids, we do it for our biz

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

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them