This is a song about "Pop rocks"

You chris, i rock

It's not hip-hop, it's pop

One night, i was selling some rocks

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

My criteria ain't even that serious

Throwing rocks at people getting stoned like jesus

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Don't ever hide in a box or ever get hit with rocks

Right flows down and they might go nice

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs