This is a song about "Metamorphic rocks"

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Audemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocks

Don't ever hide in a box or ever get hit with rocks

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Because the way this city rocks, it's like amityville,

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

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

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

An ipod mind to you walkman guys