This is a song about "Rolling"

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed

And my regime includes east coast

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

I know they pay me too much of attention

Rolling up a paper, blunt wraps go to vapor, in a puff,

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

Rolling weed and smoking it too

And real bitches don't respect you

While working on my mistakes

Rolling up' paper planes

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Rolling down the street in my suv