This is a song about "I roll up"

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

And now that you're grown up you need to start roll,

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

So i sit back and roll up the next, while im blazed my ex hit me up with a text,

I come up on patrol, so you know how i roll

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

So i can fucking roll up to some four star eatery

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

When i roll another doob up

I just roll a joint inside my house, light up and pass out on stoned right on my couch.

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch