This is a song about "Rolling paper"

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

I really love my miami crew

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Ok guys now were ready to get rolling

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

I bleed for thats who im rolling wit

Baby, you got that super bass

Stay rolling up that potent grass

You never tasted paper

That i will leave earth with her

Amma be rolling off the hinges

It’s official, she my misses