This is a song about "Driver roll up the partition please"

I know you're mad, but so what

When i roll another doob up

I work hard for everything i get

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

I"m the designated driver

I was on the pay roll

Women at my pole

The kids that smoke blunts and roll them up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck