This is a song about "Rock beats"

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

With the hammer and a rock

I’m getting beats, well i’m making beats

Little more weed, first class seats

While im rapping flows on beats

Can barely walk the city streets

But god is still the rock

Red dots cause i’m red hot

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

As if my lesser heart beats

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats

Now i rock shows, kill beats with my eyes closed

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Dont fall asleep on our beats