This is a song about "Rolling with the hood"

Trapping with the hood rats

For setting up traps

Rolling in the rolls royce/

Roll trees for the boys

Look it something they can't ever see

Rolling down the street in my suv

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

I'm intricate and infinite and rolling with no syndicate/

Mind your motherfucking business

Amma be rolling off the hinges

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Im rolling into compton, unknown and forgotten, with the sign caution, on my back,