This is a song about "Rocks"

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

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

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

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

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

Cookin' in the old pot, turn into the crack rocks,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

They told me i should die n they threw rocks

Bitch got all them booty shots

One night, i was selling some rocks

Fuckin' up my gold pots

We rock? crack rocks and slap box