This is a song about "Rollers"

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

The celo rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Fuckin' rollers don't protect us they protect our owners

Hell be picking big boulders breaking his shoulders pulling the rollers

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Oh my god you some holy rollers spark that shit

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit