This is a song about "Rolling thunder"

Rolling with my yankees hat on

When you took my hand up so calm

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Ok guys now were ready to get rolling

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Amma be rolling off the hinges

Rolling in the rolls royce/

Loud shit, weird noise

Rolling weed and smoking it too

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

Rolling with my garrison.

Top ranked, number one my son