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

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

Even if i die i'll roll up riding a golden hearse

You know i got the heat like flamethrowers on my shoulders

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I’m playing my hand and riding the iron horses and trains,

I never need a back up, im always riding solo

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Because you know i keep my fucking heat packed like an oven,

You shook my world and it felt apart

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times