This is a song about "Rolling hundreds"

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

The bold dope lines, now the cash in the hundreds,

I bleed for thats who im rolling wit

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Rolling with my yankees hat on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Batting my head with a rolling pin

My position improving, not to mention

All the girls really want is fun

Rolling with my garrison.

Amma be rolling off the hinges

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with