This is a song about "Small rocks"

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

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

One night, i was selling some rocks

Where would i be without my dogs

They told me i should die n they threw rocks

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Got the beat jumping like hop scotch pussy poppin like pop rocks

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

And grow up to smoke rocks.

Fuckin' up my gold pots