This is a song about "Throwing rocks"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

This is love, nothing else close

In my mind throwing spears, and god knows,

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

If its not couture, i will not go to her

One night, i was selling some rocks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Because you gotta finish a paper

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

I'm killing rappers and throwing their bodies aside/

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Heard the sound of several gun shots