This is a song about "Rock on nigga"

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Confrontin every nigga on their typical bullshit

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Make nigga turn his rage on

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

You guys are the reason im on stage and i rock

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Uncle tom's hittin the rock that i'm weighing on scales

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

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

Fred on his flintstone, cept i make the dead rock

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god