This is a song about "Rolling joints"

It dont offend me, how many joints you hit

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

'cuz i can't write my own shit, i sit around and smoke joints,

Rolling in the rolls royce/

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Ok guys now were ready to get rolling

Rolling with my yankees hat on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

I bleed for thats who im rolling wit

After that moscato hit

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rolling in my bugatti