This is a song about "Red rocks"

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

And some people really do care, our heroes, our rocks.

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

With material that rocks, killing a million stages (x2)

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

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

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

I respect that you don't know yet

Covered the room in splattered red,

Covered the room in splattered red,

Cutting me this worthless check

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms