This is a song about "Rick rocks"

Heard the sound of several gun shots

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

Make room for the groom married to his music

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

And i'm still hurtin over pops

One night, i was selling some rocks

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

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

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

No, man that's grossly fake, like rick ross and drake,