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

Used it to tunnel against the rocks to a new place and bought

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

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

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

And induct them into the mothafuckin' rock 'n roll hall of fame

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

At the top, rock bottom and they still dont stop

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

And breaking the cycle not following your genes

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

With the hammer and a rock

Red dots cause i’m red hot