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

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

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

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

A rock to the moving sea, you're nothing, and soon you'll

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

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

And when you spit on the beat,

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

More money that mean less sleep

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

So sit down and listen to the beat

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

And beat the fascists, my lineage fantastic,