This is a song about "Rolling up swishas"

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Rolling with my yankees hat on

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

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

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Rolling down the street in my suv

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

Everybody finger point in your direction

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

Batting my head with a rolling pin

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Rolling up a blunt so we can elevate