This is a song about "I wanna rock"

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Laced the weed with cocaine, and now i rock chronic,

Fred on his flintstone, cept i make the dead rock

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I can't rock the mic like eazy dre and ren

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

But i know that there is a rock bottom,

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Yo i spit this shit and rock mockers like hot pockets,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Cause i can rock my flag, in any type of situation