This is a song about "I know my ting like riding"

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

I never need a back up, im always riding solo

I bring it through the ghetto without riding round

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Like a small garage in your backyard

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

'cuz i be flowing, riding up on the beat, and that's dope and you ain't even know it,

Accuse people of riding, we know you're a hypocrite

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Run for cover and return fire

I know you like my style

She asked if i was riding solo

This shit ain't nothing new though