This is a song about "Rolling weed"

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Me and my peeps often meet

I got something you've been waiting for

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Rolling weed and smoking it too

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Stay rolling up that potent grass

Just rolling around, town cause

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Rolling with my yankees hat on

And i'mma show you how the south was won