This is a song about "Rolling weed"

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

So it's nothing to finish

Amma be rolling off the hinges

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

Rolling up a blunt so we can elevate

Rolling up' paper planes

And today we're still in chains

Have no souls indeed

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

I don't know what you heard about

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her