This is a song about "Rolling up a fatty"

Rolling thunders is all i hear every night when a nightmare escapes from my agitated sleeps

You watch your mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss mani had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Rolling up another one, its simply just a habit now

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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

So much class, double d’s and ass

Stay rolling up that potent grass

I just want somebody i can see

Sasha's daddy just rolled up another fatty