This is a song about "Rollin up"

Rollin you up like good weed, shit i'm just gloatin' too

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Now i'm rollin', iphone stolen

Two reflections into one

Livin trife, rollin fixed up dice

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Sherm-sticks, rollin' blunts, smokin' up, and dope is cheap,

Rollin dank so i dont feel tense

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Ive been rollin with my hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I gotta cadillac rollin up to fon du lac feelin up my girl in back,

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad