This is a song about "Sedimentary rocks metamorpic rocks igneous rocks"

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Because the way this city rocks, it's like amityville,

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

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

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

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

One night, i was selling some rocks

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

With material that rocks, killing a million stages (x2)

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

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

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

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