This is a song about "Rolling up swishas"

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Rolling up a blunt so we can elevate

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Don't want to be the king

Oh yes i kept on rolling

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

I bleed for thats who im rolling wit

Rolling with my garrison.

They like talk to em young

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

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest