This is a song about "The rock"

Cause everytime i grab the mic i make bodys rock

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

But god is still the rock

But now i rock the mils and the mansion

You're uncool like my mother kin

Here they keep a rachet close

Signin titties at the rock shows

Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

Then the next we brush rock bottom

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

And don't make vibrations stop

Im spittin like the rock