This is a song about "Rolling up a sweet"

Rolling up another one, its simply just a habit now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Im a move to the beat u fools r sweet

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

I get special attention

Batting my head with a rolling pin

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

And left a burden on my soul until i was old enough

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I'm smoothly rolling doobies with groupies in a jacuzzi

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Wake up in a zombie apocalypse, aw, how sweet/

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat