This is a song about "Money changing up lambo roll"

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

And now that you're grown up you need to start roll,

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Playing bootlegged tomb raider, and using newspapers to roll up

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

And we'll roll up in it, lemme finish this guinness

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Im shinin too hard on these hatas roll up yo windows

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

So i can fucking roll up to some four star eatery

Roll up to a five star luxury

I just want somebody i can see