This is a song about "Space rocks"

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

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

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Thinking of bliss and the good days

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Flowing in space saying goodbye

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/