This is a song about "Rocks and dunks"

Don't ever hide in a box or ever get hit with rocks

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

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

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

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

You pull up in parking lots

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox