This is a song about "Rolling with the toppers"

Yeah i'm cold, rolling down your street with your dad's skin as my coat

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Ok guys now were ready to get rolling

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Your rolling with the best the salisbury park pioneers

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

The windows rolling down the boulevard. want something outta me but i don't do

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

Amma be rolling off the hinges

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap