This is a song about "Ankle rolling"

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

I turned around to run, twisted my ankle and sprained it

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Ok guys now were ready to get rolling

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

Amma be rolling off the hinges

Rolling up' paper planes

And i ain't got what it takes

My drive is like no one

Rolling with my garrison.

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Rolling down the street in my suv