This is a song about "Small rocks"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

And grow up to smoke rocks.

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

They told me i should die n they threw rocks

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

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

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

Or keep small it around four

Now we must stand tall

Her tits are fucking small

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Am i just a country boy, who rocks