This is a song about "Throwing rocks"

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Throwing up fine rhymes. withdrawing appalling designs,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

Where would i be without my dogs

One night, i was selling some rocks

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Fuck kicking rocks im kicking boulders,

Actions speak louder than words