This is a song about "Rocks formation"

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks

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

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

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

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

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

And grow up to smoke rocks.

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

They told me i should die n they threw rocks

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props