This is a song about "Rolling hundreds"

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Rolling up a blunt so we can elevate

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Rolling with my garrison.

Cold world no blanket son

The master of this rap shit

I bleed for thats who im rolling wit

Just rolling around, town cause

The you should look up in the stars

Oh yes i kept on rolling

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

Rolling weed and smoking it too

The boa know they loving the crew