This is a song about "Rolling paper"

And while you doin you

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Like b.o.b., got airplanes

Rolling up' paper planes

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

Amma be rolling off the hinges

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

And there's little to be glad for

And tell me why would we just think about

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

Hoes i need a condom for my toast

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed