This is a song about "Ride around with nemo"

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Chorus: with everyone around, just doubting me.

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

In the shadows of dark with no light around

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

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

When all of a sudden the ride stops with a bump

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Could've worked with my father but he wasn't around

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Hurry up with the cash bitch, i got a ride waiting

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

But i'mma ride around, and some day i'mma get it