This is a song about "Red rocks"

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Kushed up and my eye red

Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer

Breaking the locks with these rocks from being attacked by a monster

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I just might change your life

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

Cookin' in the old pot, turn into the crack rocks,

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

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

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

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Because the way this city rocks, it's like amityville,