This is a song about "Metemorphic rocks"

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

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

Throwing rocks at people getting stoned like jesus

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

They told me i should die n they threw rocks

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

Watching for hollow-tip shots

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

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

Never a thug i just didn't play with rocks

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Sb nike's, with the grey box

And grow up to smoke rocks.