This is a song about "The rock cycle"

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

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

And wait till the next day for the cycle to repeat.

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

With the hammer and a rock

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Best adapt to the, cycle its like rain, we like pain

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

The cycle repeats until you can no longer give a fuck.

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup