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

Waiting holding her stomach but holmes would never find out

Roll it up and smoke it down, throwin blunts out to the crowd.

Hand over the knife please

We can make more, make babies

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Yo we roll in the hole,we roll with the hoe

So please just shut the fuck up,

And maybe i am but

Realest nigga told you that, chloe love me more than rap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

The kids that smoke blunts and roll them up

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Like a drunk driver that has a rash still, like "fuck it, jesus take the wheel!