This is a song about "Rock and rap"

You pull up in parking lots

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

And induct them into the mothafuckin' rock 'n roll hall of fame

Rappin is sess, laced with rock and yes/

Spending her time with him i guess

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

You guys are the reason im on stage and i rock

I don't rock designer cloths, i rather rock and shock with that raiden robe

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

But now i rock the mils and the mansion

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

From a couple feet awaybut stay away

So get them ends hot

With rock, shock rap with doc