This is a song about "Pocket rocks"

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Where would i be without my dogs

And grow up to smoke rocks.

Theres a hole in my pocket

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

Me and you just need to talk a bit

I got a laptop in my back pocket

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

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

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

I got a laptop in my back pocket

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

Got the game on lock in my pocket