This is a song about "Rock is a bitch"

Life is a bitch, but when i write shit, life is my bitch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Rock a nigga out his socks

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

Or be on the street corner with a pipe smokin the rock

Come get some, you little bum

But i know that there is a rock bottom,

You and your bitch rock it,

You don't mean that, you faggot

With the hammer and a rock

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

This shit is a jungle, and im the king in this bitch

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop