This is a song about "Red rocks"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

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

I've seen the drug busts, cocaine cooked into crack rocks,

Fuck kicking rocks im kicking boulders,

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

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

Like keep grinding boy, your life can change in one year

Watch your body turn indian red,

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Covered the room in splattered red,

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?