This is a song about "Swiss rolls"

Criminals running from police doing barrel rolls and flips

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Why cop a rolls royce if you have no chest vessel

Lone tear rolls down and departs the chin.

Ten more depending on where wale going

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

"get on your knees bitch please i'll make you into swiss cheese"

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Your swag sweater looks like swiss cheese when i get done

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I'm the one in the classroom that just sits back and rolls his eyes.

Why cop a rolls royce if you have no chest vessel

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

I have money in my pocket, gotta rolls royce hydraulic suspension,