This is a song about "Rolling up a sweet"

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

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

Rolling up' paper planes

One verse is all it takes

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Sweet talking man you'll end up with some cavities

I'm smoothly rolling doobies with groupies in a jacuzzi

What the fuck, who the fuck's this gay nigga in fake gucci

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Give up, it wont happen, im visious, my rhymes are core and sweet,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin