This is a song about "Rolling turd"

One verse is all it takes

Rolling up' paper planes

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Oh yes i kept on rolling

Rolling up a blunt so we can elevate

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Your rolling with the best the salisbury park pioneers

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

I bleed for thats who im rolling wit

Foolish, i be on that new shit

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed

And i drop top off in a hot cold