This is a song about "Rolling rock"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rolling down the street in my suv

Stay rolling up that potent grass

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Batting my head with a rolling pin

You just working with the scraps you was given

Amma be rolling off the hinges

Go! you free to go about your business

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Tears rolling like it's humorous, in abundance, numerous.

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Rolling up a blunt so we can elevate

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition