This is a song about "Rick rocks"

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Like a boss, so check off rick ross

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

I think im rick ross cause i swear that ima boss and

Throwing rocks at people getting stoned like jesus

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

Not even like q-tip,big pun or slick rick

Spit this sick shit, swish it like liquor, slick like i'm spitting rick,

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick