This is a song about "Rocks and dunks"

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Audemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocks

And some people really do care, our heroes, our rocks.

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Watching for hollow-tip shots

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I've seen the drug busts, cocaine cooked into crack rocks,

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

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

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Throwing rocks at people getting stoned like jesus

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

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