This is a song about "Rocks and the rock cycle"

Watching for hollow-tip shots

And grow up to smoke rocks.

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

Laced the weed with cocaine, and now i rock chronic,

With the intention to rock the bells and raise hell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

I can't rock the mic like eazy dre and ren

Disturbed and worthless but i still rock the place

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

They think the rock is cool, they take and make it then,

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Jay rock cooks rocks on a fuking stove top.

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot