This is a song about "Pink rocks"

Pink bandanna is my suit

Banging out niggas with attitude

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

One night, i was selling some rocks

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

We rap for pink slips, loser deletes their account

She bout that life ha that pink panther lean she sip

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

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

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

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

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

Like her tight bright pink ripe smitten that i have no invite,