This is a song about "Money cars roll up a blunt"

Rolling up a paper, blunt wraps go to vapor, in a puff,

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Roll up to a five star luxury

Got the seven on me like vick jersey

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Ready to murder you like 2pac, roll a blunt, smoke your ashes

Even if i die i'll roll up riding a golden hearse

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

Roll up on ya bredda’s an let a couple techs loose,

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Roll it up in papers to burn a hole like a dutch

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message