This is a song about "Roll up in my hood"

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

As i roll through my city i chug up the duce

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

Mirror mirror on the wall

What do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

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

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

But the hood was always in my heart

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

A snitch in my hood will do no good maybe he should

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag