This is a song about "The flow of igneous rock to sedimentary to metamorphic"

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

A rock to the moving sea, you're nothing, and soon you'll

Ad-rock said the beat bout to drop/

I fucking hate this job

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Game face is fatal, rock the beat to the cradle.

Tonight, i ain't here to party, i came to rock (rock)

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Released the classics and would later go on to rock the bells,

I rip you toothpicks bout to rock through the ratio

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

No joke used to rock the same clothes for anything under 4 days,

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

But the clock slows tick tocks to stop for me while i rock to beats

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets