This is a song about "Small rocks"

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Or keep small it around four

And you ain't gotta go to war

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

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

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

They told me i should die n they threw rocks

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Breaking the locks with these rocks from being attacked by a monster

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops