This is a song about "Rolling up a sweet"

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Niggas think im sweet so eat my up like a popsicle

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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