This is a song about "Rolling up a fatty"

Rolling with my garrison.

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

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

At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Oh yes i kept on rolling

Proves that ignorance is bliss

Amma be rolling off the hinges

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,