This is a song about "Rockin it"

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I'm rockin yo lady like rock a by baby

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

Rockin' the shameless, throwing they bras off

I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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

She said she got another man on the side that she rockin with/

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches