This is a song about "Life rolls on"

On some mafia shit but i ain't fucking with that gang life

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

What do i really need

Began my life out on then street

Rolling in the rolls royce/

They meet them rich boys

I got my life back on track

Bring that shit the fuck back

You're uncool like my mother kin

On something wacky, it's life i'm thinkin

Move on, life goes on, so let's keep goin', momma

Lucky seven probably poppa

Ridin around in my shot up miami plated rolls royce/

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

When life is too good to carry on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong