This is a song about "I m a rider need to come up"

Fuck splitting up a deal man i got my milli so i need to go and chill

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Now i’m ready to fuck the game up, nigga

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I need kylle tha crocodile, to come over and show everyone how to rhyme with style,

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

You're buying up silvers like you need to kill a werewolf

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I"m a savage as i ravage, with unstoppable damage.

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

My brothers alone said fuck your entire

And my ambitions as a rider/

Or a come-up, whos to say? i know i got bangers, why not get paid?

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state