This is a song about "Wheelieng bikes rolling on drug dealers ragging round beamers pullin out blades"

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Where 45's if it's black on chrome just to hear their cries, when rolling

Crackhead on drug supplies

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I pullin out my d, see, i just wanna be free,

Then going on a drug binge

I created this image

At your best you might

Drug dealer on the right

When you took my hand up so calm

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

I was born to do the damn thing

Oh yes i kept on rolling