This is a song about "Body rolls"

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

Cops running, thinking its a bloody missing body

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Your words engraved on my body

Lone tear rolls down and departs the chin.

And i like the hoes that need passion

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Light skinned hell of a body

Never tame to any part of the body/

Sorry, that’s just part of my hobby

Why cop a rolls royce if you have no chest vessel

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

The streets with my voice, the horse is a rolls royce,

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Slit throat put a wide hole in ya skull bigger then the size of ring rolls.