This is a song about "Big rollin turds"

Livin in the 315 never rollin with ya

Our history that they stole, africa

They getting nice, they got some ice

Livin trife, rollin fixed up dice

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Streets is calling you

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Rollin that devils lettuce

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Give him daps tears rollin down my face

Ive been rollin with my hands

I'm popping rubber bands