This is a song about "Moon rocks"

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

I've seen the drug busts, cocaine cooked into crack rocks,

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

Won't run out anytime soon

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

So, please excuse me while i resume under this full moon.

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Fuck kicking rocks im kicking boulders,

Whole time, a little more girls

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

I wanted a brother my mother i told her