This is a song about "Rock music"

In the midst of a fire pit

I make elevating music

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

...i make beautiful music,

Could be applied to this shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

That's game bitch, ain't shit

Hard to make it in music/

For the outlawz, here we come

Once they reach rock bottom

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

With rock, shock rap with doc

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Tonight, i ain't here to party, i came to rock (rock)