This is a song about "Why you bitches roll deep"

You want some weed, roll us

And now it's clear as this promise

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

That's the main reason why you nigga's need to handle ya bitches

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Bad bitches that roll my blunt

Cause of him that's why them bitches couldn't stand me

It's a battlejust for tha big money

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

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That's why all these bitches frosty.

Yeah that's why these bitches love me

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Why your bitches scared of heights.