This is a song about "Metamorphic rocks"

Fuck kicking rocks im kicking boulders,

Talking of the gods you serve

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

Watching for hollow-tip shots

And grow up to smoke rocks.

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

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

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

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

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots