This is a song about "I won t stop rockin till i retire"

Thinkin that you won, i will never clap or congratulate,

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

What them tippers don't see

Cause i won a grammy

Shit that i already won

And i am one of one

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

If a nigga didn't fake like them

I’m the king of rock

And i wont stop till you drop

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

These hot knocks/ i can't stop , i'm a strive till i make it to the top/

Yeah, i won the rhyme lottery, it's just another week

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

So i won't stop 'till i drop and then hip-hop's level is back,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag