This is a song about "Still rolling"

And i ain't got what it takes

Rolling up' paper planes

They meet them rich boys

Rolling in the rolls royce/

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed

They forgot about the fourth coast

It ain't where i been

Rolling with my garrison.

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours