This is a song about "Rolling up"

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

Safe sex since you say you not a groupie

Rolling down the street in my suv

While working on my mistakes

Rolling up' paper planes

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Amma be rolling off the hinges

Loud shit, weird noise

Rolling in the rolls royce/

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed

And my regime includes east coast

Rolling up a blunt so we can elevate

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait