This is a song about "Rolling up a fatty"

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

Rolling in my bugatti

High heel wearer, hell of a body

I do the right thing

Oh yes i kept on rolling

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 with my garrison.

Cold world no blanket son

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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