This is a song about "Naptown riders"

You spit fire, smaller than bawty riders

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Fly when i ball you'll get stopped if you pop the poor.. #riders,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Damn i think i hit writer's block, pulling up to the riders lot

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got