This is a song about "Being yo"

Yo, yo, yo, hardcore my flow goes,

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

And she would do anything for everything

Or was i just a desolate being

//ill freestyle, let's go, yo...

We still ride though

He put to sleep like a yo-yo

No, just put us on death row

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

I’m being sarcastic,

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Me and red raider, yo, go in, yo....