This is a song about "The rock"

Givin back the sand til we center rock

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Game face is fatal, rock the beat to the cradle.

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

Never will i ever utter never to myself

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

The bed that stood before me was nothing but a rock

So take the stage just show me what you got

Fred on his flintstone, cept i make the dead rock

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

And i don't make no bed rock

Ad-rock said the beat bout to drop/