This is a song about "Rolling up a sweet"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

Sweet talking man you'll end up with some cavities

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Like b.o.b., got airplanes

Rolling up' paper planes

Niggas think im sweet so eat my up like a popsicle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm smoothly rolling doobies with groupies in a jacuzzi

Yeah they call me gucci, but i'mma buy you louis

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin