This is a song about "Rock beats"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Tonight, i ain't here to party, i came to rock (rock)

Trap our young black seeds

While im rapping flows on beats

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Now i rock shows, kill beats with my eyes closed

You pull up in parking lots

Rock your face like mountaintops

Pawning my chain in the shop

With the hammer and a rock

Hoes i need a condom for my toast

Now i rock shows, kill beats with my eyes closed