This is a song about "Metamorphic rocks"

You pull up in parking lots

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Never a thug i just didn't play with rocks

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

Bring the battering ram where you live

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Breaking the locks with these rocks from being attacked by a monster

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

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Rocks in my mouth serve as a testament.