This is a song about "Rolling up swishas"

All the girls really want is fun

Rolling with my garrison.

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Rolling with my yankees hat on

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Rolling in my bugatti

Oh yes i kept on rolling

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

I like my girls skinny with brains

Rolling up' paper planes

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

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

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Rolling up a blunt so we can elevate