This is a song about "My riva"

She do it with no hands

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

On the bible you can run

My words are my rhythm

White with a badge or anyone

Grab my knife and my gun