This is a song about "Rocks and blocks"

Makes it okay to slay 'em day to day, i pray and pop rocks

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Shoot blocks, coppin' huge rocks on the passin' hand,

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

And prostitutes, and brutes controllin' blocks in groups,

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Hiking till my feet are bleeding and the water blocks my breathing

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Watching for hollow-tip shots

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something

You bitches using rocks and i don't mean chiseling