This is a song about "Rollin up swisher s"

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

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

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

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

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I got a swisher full of grass gettin ashed like a cigarette

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

Rollin that devils lettuce

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Just a place that they can come

Now i'm rollin', iphone stolen