This is a song about "Rocking"

Bun b, i’m underground king

He just has no dime, see arms rocking,

Hell of a hand without a man, feelin' helpless

Im on another level rocking beads for a necklace

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

Rocking raincoats, catch me in the night like a late show

Limp dick tryin not to trip walking and rocking my pimp stick,

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

My own pace, rocking the beat of my own drummer

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I can teach you all the sounds of love

But no , i still be rocking the pencils,

Rocking on the beats like i'm tryna tip a cow

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

Im on another level rocking beads for a necklace

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love