This is a song about "Fruit roll up snacks"

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Playing bootlegged tomb raider, and using newspapers to roll up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

Roll it up in backwoods got em going wacko

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

So i can fucking roll up to some four star eatery

Baby, you got that super bass

If you got up stage and fruit meets ya face,

Roll up on ya bredda’s an let a couple techs loose,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues