This is a song about "Blunt rolling"

I must go like fly route

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Rollin blunt after blunt, prowlin down town on that big booty hunt,

Stay rolling up that potent grass

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Rolling in my bugatti

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Ok guys now were ready to get rolling

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Rolling in the rolls royce/

All lying ass defensive ass boys

Rolling up a paper, blunt wraps go to vapor, in a puff,

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious