This is a song about "School rocks"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

You pull up in parking lots

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Watching for hollow-tip shots

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

My friends were off at school

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

I feel yet lively, the trip to school was throwing rocks at me

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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