This is a song about "Rock climbing"

My rhyming skills are mine and ill, i'll leave you climbing hills,

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

// [you're a... rock star]

I'm in my other car

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Going over your head, i'm climbing to the top

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Ain't whining, just surviving, ain't hiding, just climbing,

Murdered every bod from my squad

Givin back the sand til we center rock

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Didn't you now, i'm climbing a mountain of track

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Rock a nigga out his socks

Where would i be without my dogs