This is a song about "Types of rocks"

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

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

But it’s hard when they listens to fake types of shit,

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

Audemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocks

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

He storms to his computer room and, types that you're a faggot.

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

K.n.b., abstrakt, and motherfuckers, kick rocks,

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Who gets his rocks off in the showers staring down the trousers of some washed up rapper

Driving my car to a foreign place

I conquer in all types and ways