This is a song about "Emoitonal rock"

My bars are more compressed then sedimentary rock,

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Im spittin like the rock

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

You get close but no cigar

// [you're a... rock star]

This is the part where we run hip hop

With the hammer and a rock

Once they reach rock bottom

Straight lane kiffen them

Givin back the sand til we center rock

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

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

Rock a nigga out his socks

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Who dreamed to rock stages