This is a song about "Rocks and blocks"

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

And run with motherfuckin' crews banging, controllin' blocks,

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Turns on some cold water and blocks it, she layed in the tub with the

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

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

And grow up to smoke rocks.

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Where my niggas pop rocks and lock glocks, know not,

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

She walks a few blocks, and arrives at robs house

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks