This is a song about "I m rolling"

Tears that our fore fathers cry

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

And real bitches don't respect you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...