This is a song about "Rollin my blunt"

Bad bitches that roll my blunt

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

And i guess someone prayed for us, cause i trashed my safety blunt

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Off of the third blunt i burnt up with my purp cup,

Bitch i’ve been ballin’ all alone, like the gym is vacant

Rollin blunt after blunt, prowlin down town on that big booty hunt,

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff

Or now they don't praise enough

About disaster in the world and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt