This is a song about "Rollin on drug dealers"

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

I'm like a drug addict that is on cocaine,i'm insane in the brain,

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

I just wanted to be at peace with you

Crackhead on drug supplies

Inferior, but i'm nice

Realise that you went overboard on the drug taking

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

We #sell #that #dope #shit on the grind, and we ain't talkin' 'bout dealers,

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers