This is a song about "Muneeb rocks"

Sb nike's, with the grey box

And grow up to smoke rocks.

Got the beat jumping like hop scotch pussy poppin like pop rocks

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

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Rocks in my mouth serve as a testament.

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

And some people really do care, our heroes, our rocks.

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks