This is a song about "Rolling up a fatty"

The fatty pork, all hail hell's gate, dreams steamed and glorified,

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Pay dues like a hair salon

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

Batting my head with a rolling pin

Rolling up' paper planes

It’s something that’s in your veins

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew