This is a song about "Ad rock"

No more fucking cigarettes lit, no more stupid ass presentations and useless magazine ad bits

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

The game of love

Who dreamed to rock stages

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

My bars are more compressed then sedimentary rock,

That's how i got the weed spot

But god is still the rock

You and your bitch rock it,

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

You feel it from your head to your toes

Signin titties at the rock shows

Cause if your threats are anything to go by ad say you were a bitch

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Have you been living under patrick star's rock?

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock