This is a song about "I need a 253 baby riding shotgun with me"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Its like being shot in the face, with a shotgun, from close range.

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

I'ma knock 'em off like balance when you're riding with a saddle

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Bitch i need you to stay with me please,

So how about a fair round with no riding of the dicks

In the viper room with just me and river phoenix

Watching for the cops that's moving through

I lied baby i need you

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

I say baby just make me cum, then don't make a sound