This is a song about "Sausage roll"

Break it down, roll it right, roll tight, load and light

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

Land of the rich on one dice roll,

18 year sentence with no parole

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

I'm on a roll, like snowball

I come up on patrol, so you know how i roll

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Bad bitches that roll my blunt

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

With certainty they're slurping meat like fat bitches and sausage links

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Lay low youll make bank roll

Let's put it on cruise control

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

His head'll get split like the blunts i roll