This is a song about "Partying with thots"

With rock, shock rap with doc

We popping bottles, it don't stop

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

With third dimensional shapes with no means

With rock, shock rap with doc

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Die with hope, live with virtue

What preceded was the clue