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

With the intention to rock the bells and raise hell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

I been doing this for forever, so whatever

At the top, rock bottom and they still dont stop

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Get high,get drunk and repeat the cycle,

Yeah come holla at your uncle

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

Called ignorant and dumb by the rest, when we kick rocks,

And wait till the next day for the cycle to repeat.

If you a freak, i can take you to your peak

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

We're once again in the cycle of poverty and crime,