This is a song about "Alex rider the spy"

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Soon i'll be like steven rider, fuck a kitten

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

I got freakin ghost rider temperature minus nicholas cage

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

Dont ever fuck wit the gang, i got a shoota , an a rider and a p.i.c

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

And my ambitions as a rider/

I'll spy on ya chief, see a gold on top

So take the stage just show me what you got

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,