This is a song about "Smoking rolling toking"

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

I bleed for thats who im rolling wit

Rolling with my yankees hat on

When you took my hand up so calm

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Rolling in my bugatti

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

And i ain't got what it takes

Rolling up' paper planes

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Oh yes i kept on rolling

And this will be the song that we sing