This is a song about "Cocking the rock"

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Then the next we brush rock bottom

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

The bed that stood before me was nothing but a rock

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Just picture bruce banner cocking back the hammer,

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

You guys are the reason im on stage and i rock

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

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

Or be on the street corner with a pipe smokin the rock