This is a song about "Rocks and minerals"

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

Had to escape the life

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

You pull up in parking lots

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

I let you know you dealing with dogs

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

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

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

And grow up to smoke rocks.

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops