This is a song about "Metamorphic rocks for kids"

So now i show you off to the block no fronting

This is for the kids who grew up with nothing

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

"no need for google, the kids a search engine"

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Parents pay green for their kids to go smoke it

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

I have more hunger for writin than starvin dyslexic kids

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Supposed to be an outlet for emotions and the kids then,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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