This is a song about "The little rock 9"

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Its me madi the little white bitch

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Little knew the boy, that the guide lied

Something wicked this way come

Then the next we brush rock bottom

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

‘cuz he never hid the truth, was always spilling the rock,

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

Or be on the street corner with a pipe smokin the rock

Passin' the rock, i'm walt frazier

Took the van, went snatch her