This is a song about "Rollin with my boys"

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

What them tippers don't see

Rollin' with my baby

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

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

Ive been rollin with my hands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Simply out of this world by choice

I think she's probably done with boys

I am the realest rapper out and imma be rollin with my clique

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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