This is a song about "Rock and roll"

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

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

With the hammer and a rock

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

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

At the top, rock bottom and they still dont stop

Give em a text and they down to rock

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

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

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole