This is a song about "On the rocks"

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Shoot blocks, coppin' huge rocks on the passin' hand,

Watch them grow and then you die? no, nigga fuck the system

Stirrin' a crock of shit like the rocks for the cops to rob 'em,

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

Stones are thrown, rocks are kicked, we die and roam the globe,

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

Till you hit the rocks, and your motherfucking body rots.

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

Jay rock cooks rocks on a fuking stove top.

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

Breaking the locks with these rocks from being attacked by a monster

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

Trying to move foward, though it never stops