This is a song about "Rocks and dinos"

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

Cookin' in the old pot, turn into the crack rocks,

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Got the beat jumping like hop scotch pussy poppin like pop rocks

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Watching for hollow-tip shots

And grow up to smoke rocks.

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Throwing rocks at people getting stoned like jesus