This is a song about "Pizza rolls"

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Why cop a rolls royce if you have no chest vessel

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Criminals running from police doing barrel rolls and flips

I have money in my pocket, gotta rolls royce hydraulic suspension,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Kicking flows, pockets about as thick as strippers on poles

Slit throat put a wide hole in ya skull bigger then the size of ring rolls.

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Rolling in the rolls royce/

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

Why cop a rolls royce if you have no chest vessel