This is a song about "Rockin"

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

Rockin' the shameless, throwing they bras off

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

I put the nigga in his casket

Rockin addias rev run shit

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

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

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

Versace versace im a young nigga thats rockin that versace

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

And im rockin plain tees homie fuck that truck fit