This is a song about "Pocket rocks"

K.n.b., abstrakt, and motherfuckers, kick rocks,

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Keep a gram in my pocket,

I got a laptop in my back pocket

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

This chick played with my rocket through my pocket

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

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

One night, i was selling some rocks

Watching for hollow-tip shots

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good