This is a song about "Rolling up a fatty"

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

And i like the hoes that need passion

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

You a game hater, and you call yourself a rolling stone,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Rolling with my garrison.

Life's riding on mayo, fatty kid you stay on,

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Sasha's daddy just rolled up another fatty

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Stay rolling up that potent grass

Why a black nigga take ass over class

Your names added to my hitlist, rolling the streets like a chemist

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think