This is a song about "Rolling blunts and joints"

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Slow and heavy, taking blunts to the face.

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Rollin up blunts and rapin to the sound

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

My blunts are pearled like i pulled from a clam and shit

Im talking fat blunts, and they don't ever stop

This is the part where we run hip hop

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray