This is a song about "Rolling joints"

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

I bleed for thats who im rolling wit

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Sock a mad hatter joints pop and lock

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Rolling in the rolls royce/

All lying ass defensive ass boys

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Ok guys now were ready to get rolling

It dont offend me, how many joints you hit

And california on that jerk shit

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Finish the day with joints on our lips

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks