This is a song about "Sexe drogs and rock"

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

I can't rock the mic like eazy dre and ren

They think the rock is cool, they take and make it then,

Time after time, again and again

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Give em a text and they down to rock

From this world and lets make a planet rock,

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

My talent should take me places i've never been

But now i rock the mils and the mansion

I'll take mics of stages and rock it off its hinges,

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Disturbed and worthless but i still rock the place

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

Back in the motherfuckin bay