This is a song about "Rock the beat and darius"

And induct them into the mothafuckin' rock 'n roll hall of fame

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

Now pass me the rock, and i'm bout to ball

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Plus you know i rock the mic and stage, the story told well,

But now i rock the mils and the mansion

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

Laced the weed with cocaine, and now i rock chronic,

I can't rock the mic like eazy dre and ren

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them