This is a song about "Rolled car"

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

She prayed on me passing that bar

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Where there is no rules car

Got a license, no car

How simple they are

Aces stolen, how i'd be rolling, hole in heart, rolled too hard.

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Who smokin in my car?

You know...you know who you are

Fuck that here is a blunt its already rolled/

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Down the street to the car,

Slumdog far apart any sub par