This is a song about "Kept on rolling"

Rolling in the rolls royce/

Roll trees for the boys

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

You were too elusive and kept on making excuses

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Im rolling into compton, unknown and forgotten, with the sign caution, on my back,

Fucking each others moms

Just rolling around, town cause

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

I kept my eyes on the goal

Purify that woman soul

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Where 45's if it's black on chrome just to hear their cries, when rolling

The day before is better than the present

Of the superficial pleasure he kept,