This is a song about "Rock rebellion"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Rock a nigga out his socks

Put my trust in my god

But god is still the rock

That's why i talk of civil rights, our freedom, and rebellion,

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Intxicated rebellion gonna bust a bottle over your head bitch

// [you're a... rock star]

Just to let you know, you are

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

You and your bitch rock it,

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see