This is a song about "Rolling up swishas"

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

They say your name for attention

Batting my head with a rolling pin

I can barely wipe my ass

Stay rolling up that potent grass

My talent should take me places i've never been

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Tears rolling like it's humorous, in abundance, numerous.

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Rolling in my bugatti

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Rolling in the rolls royce/