This is a song about "Han solo"

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

I'mnot crazy but i'll admit my judgement can be hazy. sipping on that solo for so

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Fully chrome alone prone to put holes in you unknowingly cold in the solo

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

Show up solo to the action like what the fuck is cracking

Catch me riding so solo

She probably had a reason though

Goin' solo, as always,

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Mac's the flyest in the room, yea too bad he's solo on that couch

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

I never need a back up, im always riding solo