This is a song about "Throwing rocks"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

And grow up to smoke rocks.

Been running around trying find a job

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

One night, i was selling some rocks

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Got one, got two, three, four girls

Fuck kicking rocks im kicking boulders,

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

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

Before we see it's hard to live

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

In my mind throwing spears, and god knows,

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?