This is a song about "Rock and roll"

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

But now i rock the mils and the mansion

You guys are the reason im on stage and i rock

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

He dont want the diamonds

And roll all my own blunts

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Laced the weed with cocaine, and now i rock chronic,

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

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

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

I just roll down my window and holler

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

I'm back, crack rock snacking and also ashing blunts