This is a song about "Ready to roll"

Roll up to a five star luxury

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Together all the timethought it was true love

I'm ready to face off against unworthy opponents/

She say she love me more than anything

Get ready to hail to the king

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

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

I'm a rap professor ready to test ya

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

I just roll my weed up, and try to school my peers

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

Playing bootlegged tomb raider, and using newspapers to roll up

I'm on the block as usual

Ready to rumble, shout not mumble,