This is a song about "Roll up trash down"

The kids that smoke blunts and roll them up

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

I guess it's up to me to take out the trash

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Im shinin too hard on these hatas roll up yo windows

Good girls gone bad now they puffin that roll up

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I come up on patrol, so you know how i roll

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll