This is a song about "Rolling blood"

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

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

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Rolling in my bugatti

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Just rolling around, town cause

Where 45's if it's black on chrome just to hear their cries, when rolling

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Rolling with my garrison.

Me and my microphone could be one

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed

Where i from, it get cold

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap