This is a song about "Rocks and minerals"

Who can save my life

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

Fuck kicking rocks im kicking boulders,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

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

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

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

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

And grow up to smoke rocks.

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

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

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