This is a song about "Rolling a joint"

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

I just roll a joint inside my house, light up and pass out on stoned right on my couch.

Rolling thunders is all i hear every night when a nightmare escapes from my agitated sleeps

You watch your mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss mani had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

After school im so streesed out so i think to myself this calls for a joint

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

Batting my head with a rolling pin

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap