This is a song about "Big rollin turds"

Cruising in the cique rollin' deep with the crew,

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Cause i come rollin in your neighbourhood reassured

We don't ever make love

Rollin that devils lettuce

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

And if i want to go outside

Catch me rollin’ off in the ride

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Livin in the 315 never rollin with ya

Now i'm rollin', iphone stolen

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done