This is a song about "Rolling in the deep"

Rolling in my bugatti

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Your names added to my hitlist, rolling the streets like a chemist

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

Rolling in the rolls royce/

I went to school with the white boys

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Got em deep in the dirt

Yeah you know i got that work

My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life

No longer clawing deep in the dirt tryna survive,

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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