This is a song about "Rollin with my boys"

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

I used to have a nine to five

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

Cause my thing something vicious

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff

Me and my boys gonna rule the south me and my boys gonna make it bounce

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

They say nothings ever free

Rollin' with my baby