This is a song about "Rock on nigga"

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

They be on my pussy im the one they adore nigga

Dealers lace the rock on vacant plots, forsaken blocks, it,

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

My nigga conrad murray just balled on him

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Nigga be on the wall gettin nailed

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Fred on his flintstone, cept i make the dead rock

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

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,