This is a song about "Rock and roll"

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

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

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

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

But now i rock the mils and the mansion

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Give em a text and they down to rock

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

I'll take mics of stages and rock it off its hinges,

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Switch up to the fast lane hop in and lets roll!