This is a song about "Rollin on drug dealers"

Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

Realise that you went overboard on the drug taking

Drug dealers, rapists, and murderers

If i sent my dad letters

And i’m ballin' bitch

Then going on a drug binge

I used to talk to her for many hours rollin' on the floor.

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Rollin 60's on the block, ya'll won't live to see another sun

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years