This is a song about "Before the rollie"

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Before the moment i'm on it's plateau

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

I want it too go back to the way it was before,

I can always go home and look down my street

Because we've talked before the beat

Hungover from the night before because i'm crazy

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Better catch your chance before the window closes

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Before he had a girlfriend what the fuck

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

The shame coves over you like never before,

Before i hit the hay.

When we fuck she say