This is a song about "Pink rocks"

Falls, rub my balls, on your mom’s pink draws

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

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

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

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

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

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

O.d. was in the weight room all his life

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

Pink bandanna is my suit

Banging out niggas with attitude

Can't think straight rant pink crate

Talk sharp like a razor blade