This is a song about "Rocks and blocks"

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Enjoys some pot.i like to bomb blocks on the road way and pop bitches when

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

Stones are thrown, rocks are kicked, we die and roam the globe,

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

I control blocks and i load glocks with shots, you ain't even know it,

You bitches using rocks and i don't mean chiseling

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

And you cannot control blocks, 'cuz i got tyranny, kick it,

Till you hit the rocks, and your motherfucking body rots.

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops