This is a song about "Rolling papers"

Rolling with my yankees hat on

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

Rolling with my garrison.

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Ok guys now were ready to get rolling

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

Get yours; you know what this about

Take out your favorite papers

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

A nuisance, wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines in the papers

No nosey nelly gon report me to the papers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years