This is a song about "Rock on"

You guys are the reason im on stage and i rock

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Givin back the sand til we center rock

Fuck that job been around that block

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

I cant stop my rock when its on hip hop,

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

Fred on his flintstone, cept i make the dead rock

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Rock your face like mountaintops

And don't make vibrations stop

But god is still the rock

Living if she is or not

Im spittin like the rock