This is a song about "Rolling one"

My bitch is the type of bitch that niggas wanna cuff

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Ok guys now were ready to get rolling

And all the extra love that you gave mei wish i could take the pain away

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

Rolling up' paper planes

Like b.o.b., got airplanes

Batting my head with a rolling pin

All wale talking is ambition

I bleed for thats who im rolling wit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

And tell me why would we just think about