This is a song about "Small rocks"

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

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

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

They told me i should die n they threw rocks

One night, i was selling some rocks

Watching for hollow-tip shots

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

Should read the small print here's a small hint,

Everybody have's small problems

Here i go again, searching for love

And grow up to smoke rocks.

Where would i be without my dogs

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks