This is a song about "Im rolling"

Your names added to my hitlist, rolling the streets like a chemist

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Rolling with my yankees hat on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Batting my head with a rolling pin

I know they pay me too much of attention

Just rolling around, town cause

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed

Black woman you cold

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Rolling with my garrison.

For those whey no fit dey fix son

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout