This is a song about "Rolling with the toppers"

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Rolling with some brothers letting the cash fly. alright, so let me tell you bout the

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

Rolling down the street in my suv

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

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

Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope

Rolling with my garrison.

Ross and folarin, couple women

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

Your names added to my hitlist, rolling the streets like a chemist

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

My bars is cold as subzero always rolling with flow like an armadillo