This is a song about "Rolling blunts and joints"

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

You a game hater, and you call yourself a rolling stone,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Rolling weed and smoking it too

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

I'm intricate and infinite and rolling with no syndicate/

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Sock a mad hatter joints pop and lock

As long as we're cooperating with god

I light joints but stop and share it

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

He dont want the diamonds

And roll all my own blunts