This is a song about "Rollin with my boys"

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

I’m effervescent, just ask them

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

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I'm rollin' with two bad bitches cause misery loves company

Livin in the 315 never rollin with ya

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

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

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice