This is a song about "Rolling rock"

I love the way you walk

Cause baby you're my rock

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Professing they found one ready as this

Amma be rolling off the hinges

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

Rolling with my garrison.

Can’t you see just how long my run

But god is still the rock

Say i'm not hot

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Stay rolling up that potent grass

There must be a god

With the hammer and a rock