This is a song about "Rock death"

Givin back the sand til we center rock

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Cause baby you're my rock

Put my trust in my god

With rock, shock rap with doc

But god is still the rock

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

With rock, shock rap with doc

And don't make vibrations stop

What you getting is death

I can taste the salt from my tears

I just play my part make moves like chess

Grow older, closer to death.