This is a song about "Rollin with my boys"

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

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Lookin at my boys like

Not only had the fiend died

You don't mess with 12, my boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

And i'll knuckle up with any fucking one of you fuck boys

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

I stay short with my boys, kick facts an murder this beat with some sick raps,

Rollin with my dogs i'm chiefin' on some long beach

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

With mp3s more dated and faded than the boys and heavy d

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem