This is a song about "Sedimentary rocks clean"

And grow up to smoke rocks.

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

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

I've seen the drug busts, cocaine cooked into crack rocks,

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

A mess for us two to clean,

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

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

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Fuck kicking rocks im kicking boulders,

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

After i moved i was never fully clean