This is a song about "Rollin up the sticky"

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

See the fuckin youts, rollin wid da fake ralph's//

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

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Let the sticky stuff take you even higher

That's why i'm makin' money

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Livin trife, rollin fixed up dice

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

They rock n rollin bring tha funk to the whole nation/

Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants

I got a green bag with them blue strands