This is a song about "Rock climbing"

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

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

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Have you been living under patrick star's rock?

'bout to get my other car

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

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

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

Straight lane kiffen them

Once they reach rock bottom

Cause baby you're my rock

Okay man you do the drop