This is a song about "Rocks and the rock cycle"

At the top, rock bottom and they still dont stop

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Released the classics and would later go on to rock the bells,

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

We're once again in the cycle of poverty and crime,

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

Stones are thrown, rocks are kicked, we die and roam the globe,

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

You guys are the reason im on stage and i rock

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Till you hit the rocks, and your motherfucking body rots.

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

And this cycle will never stop. what the fuck,