This is a song about "Rocks"

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Heard the sound of several gun shots

K.n.b., abstrakt, and motherfuckers, kick rocks,

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

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

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

Where would i be without my dogs

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Throwing rocks at people getting stoned like jesus

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

And when this beat drops, your heart stops