This is a song about "Ride out with ma boyz"

I was high with hot hand and nice ride

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

Mike, you think i'll mike out/ but i got you bank account, what do you doubt/

Ma mind's poppin in all cripple.screamin' loud, head burstin like ripple. freakin' out

Oh yeah, shout out to ma propers too...

Teenage parties, i recommend you

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I love and hate this world, this goes out to ma pops

That damier bag i bought her

Fucking u with ma middle finger

I'd never go and sell out for the mainstream and ride along,

But ya chose to go before meand brothas miss ya while your gone

I keep a blunt with my fourty when im down to ride.

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane