This is a song about "Rock the world"

Fred on his flintstone, cept i make the dead rock

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Is it this black mercedes

Watch me rock the house with a breeze

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

The bed that stood before me was nothing but a rock

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

‘cuz he never hid the truth, was always spilling the rock,

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

Put my trust in my god

Im spittin like the rock

Here they keep a rachet close

Signin titties at the rock shows

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

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock