This is a song about "Get a ride"

She's a ride or die dime

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

I keep a blunt with my fourty when im down to ride.

Your mums a bike cos everybody gets a free ride

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Watched her cry cus it's a ride or die.

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Don't know her name those ain't really important

When all of a sudden the ride stops with a bump

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Get to her place 901 3rd street get out my ride and knock on her front door,

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

Now lemme ride soo i will get through/

This is a fuckin roller coaster ride

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right