This is a song about "Soft rocks"

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

Fuckin' up my gold pots

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

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

Coming out the snowfall, like hoth and i'm soft/

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Private plane, my seat recline

Soft white the art i twine

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

One night, i was selling some rocks

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

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

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots