This is a song about "Rocks"

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Never a thug i just didn't play with rocks

Audemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocks

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

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

Sb nike's, with the grey box

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

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

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops