This is a song about "Rolling up a fatty"

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

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Just rolling around, town cause

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Succeed indeed im thief in the streets, when im with a bitch its like a fatty

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

And all women who had light features, see

Sasha's daddy just rolled up another fatty

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Oh yes i kept on rolling

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

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

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

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried