This is a song about "Death roll"

Cause this nigga done got jealous

You want some weed, roll us

Thats how ya know your on a roll

Open up your contacts then scroll

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

Break it down, roll it right, roll tight, load and light

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

Now im out of control in my mercedes i roll

All i want now, is death

Yes sir, please confess

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Honor roll, fails, impossible,

Lady at the frank stand will

But nah, he is quite different

Bad bitches that roll my blunt