This is a song about "Cocking the rock"

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

And, when them haters try to see me im cocking the semi

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Cause everytime i grab the mic i make bodys rock

If your man can't keep up wit you

Cocking the rhymes, then swiftly switch to,

Later when the clock goes tickity tock im a rock

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

‘cuz he never hid the truth, was always spilling the rock,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

And i've been thinking bout you

Cocking the rhymes, then swiftly switch to,