This is a song about "Northside riders"

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

Northside is almost here man.. you fuckers steer clear

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

You spit fire, smaller than bawty riders

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