This is a song about "Rolling in the deep"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination

No longer clawing deep in the dirt tryna survive,

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

Owning the rest is too cliche, rolling the best is new leeway

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

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

"leave it to the big kids, instead of rolling the dice.

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Cause all the wordage lies deep in my heart

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart