This is a song about "Rockin it"

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

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

And im rockin plain tees homie fuck that truck fit

Am i clear to you?picture me rollin' nigga, legitfree like o.j. all day

Versace versace im a young nigga thats rockin that versace

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

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

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Y'all could never admit it, forget it, spit it, i writ it,

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Rockin in my jordans so i guess im space jammin on your ball court