This is a song about "Rock and roll"

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Break it down, roll it right, roll tight, load and light

Pimp of the year, i could smack your father

I just roll down my window and holler

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

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

But most times darling the sequel sucks

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Mortal kombat, my shit is beyond rap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

At the top, rock bottom and they still dont stop

Who listens to rock n roll,who raps and lives in the ghetto

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow