This is a song about "Muneeb rocks"

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

Called ignorant and dumb by the rest, when we kick rocks,

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

One night, i was selling some rocks

Heard the sound of several gun shots