This is a song about "Throwing rocks"

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Cause im here throwing the party

Baby you're the one

To be throwing the hand’s son”

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

One night, i was selling some rocks

Motherfucker this is forever dope

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

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

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Throwing up fine rhymes. withdrawing appalling designs,

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

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots