This is a song about "Red rocks"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Throwing rocks at people getting stoned like jesus

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Skies are black, clouds are red

Finding more light to shed

Fuck kicking rocks im kicking boulders,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Kushed up and my eye red

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Nobody ain't own us yet

Covered the room in splattered red,

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops