This is a song about "Rockin it"

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Im rockin out to nirvana, smokin down on some good shit

Rockin' the shameless, throwing they bras off

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Rag on my hair, wrap weed in vegas, rockin' vagabonds

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

I’ve though about ending it a million times, but ya body rockin next to mine

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

And yeah i'm rockin skills they dirty as miley's clit is.

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

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

And im rockin plain tees homie fuck that truck fit

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Still aint no solo dolo just rockin the new apparel polo

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow