This is a song about "Throwing rocks"

Throwing up fine rhymes. withdrawing appalling designs,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Throwing up the dynasty

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

One night, i was selling some rocks

Heard the sound of several gun shots

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

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

I'm killing rappers and throwing their bodies aside/

By any means necessary get campaign right

In my mind throwing spears, and god knows,

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

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

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