This is a song about "Rolling in the snow"

Bitches and hoes, yo, get smothered underneath the snow,

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Aces stolen, how i'd be rolling, hole in heart, rolled too hard.

What them tippers don't see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Roll trees for the boys

Rolling in the rolls royce/

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

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

Im on the snow without a sled

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

And left a burden on my soul until i was old enough

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

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

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day