This is a song about "Gavin and ricky"

Living young and wild and free

This is like riding through the city

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Lately i'm feeling shitty, there's no confidence in ricky,

Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy

And remember what i said and

She got me caught up in the moment

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Sorry, that’s just part of my hobby

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

No fucks given to any body ill be shaking and baking like ricky bobby

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee