This is a song about "Rolling turd"

Batting my head with a rolling pin

My talent should take me places i've never been

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Rolling in my bugatti

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Rolling up a paper, blunt wraps go to vapor, in a puff,

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Shit... turd flow- each bar's on my cess pit checklist

Oh yes i kept on rolling

I do the right thing

Rolling with my garrison.

And get on down with this thc vision

Rolling up a blunt so we can elevate

Let em marinate, you forever late