This is a song about "Keep rocking"

I got swag and i aint rocking tommy hilfiger

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

My own pace, rocking the beat of my own drummer

A cocaine measurer, part time lover

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Im on another level rocking beads for a necklace

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

But no , i still be rocking the pencils,

Amen, they say you only live once

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

When they hear me rocking the groove

Niggas die over shoes

Rocking shit off its hinges

And i don't rely on no bitches