This is a song about "Rolling up"

I've got nothin' to worry about

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

Rolling down the street in my suv

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Rolling up' paper planes

One verse is all it takes

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

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

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Ok guys now were ready to get rolling

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing