This is a song about "Roll wit me"

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

She said she wanna roll with me, she called me mister

How you gon battle me wit a style dat i made up?

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Fuck wit me and your guaranteed to get whacked,

I say it’s your world, cole world to be exact

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Welcome to my dungeon, if you fuck wit me ya days are numbered

Fuck wit me again i'll slice your throat behind closed curtains.

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

So let me re-frame like a old picture wit a new face

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case