This is a song about "When i roll up"

So i can fucking roll up to some four star eatery

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

And now that you're grown up you need to start roll,

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

This shit has got my soul

I was on the pay roll

Even if i die i'll roll up riding a golden hearse

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

I started rap when i was like 12 years old,picked up a paper, pen and started to roll,

It'll be a classic bro, u'll die in the clash but no impact will be had on ur plastic soul

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Roll like 2 joints before i light that shit up

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Rise up and roll ya eyes back girls when it hits ya brain

Waving goodbye when the clouds roll by

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly