This is a song about "Kept on rolling"

Rolling in my bugatti

But five years from now i bet she see

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

I'm the sushi king

But i just kept on going

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Im tryna get on the cover of rolling stones,

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Of the superficial pleasure he kept,

That's another topic, we should start a project