This is a song about "I roll well"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

These are the rhymes i write gotta roll the dice/

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

As i roll through my city i chug up the duce

By the phone, no call

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

His head'll get split like the blunts i roll

Open up your contacts then scroll

Alas poor phenomenaldropper, i knew him well

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

The whole block know who i roll with too

And if i do go you better come through

I just roll my weed up, and try to school my peers

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

I roll arond in my new whip

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket