This is a song about "Rolling"

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Rolling up a blunt so we can elevate

So it's nothing to finish

Amma be rolling off the hinges

But now im just assuming you living off of hearsay

Owning the rest is too cliche, rolling the best is new leeway

See, she would complained of the tested nature

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Ok guys now were ready to get rolling

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Rolling in my bugatti