This is a song about "Ride my face"

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

Try to get up on my level i advise to hitch a ride

From where they praise

Look at my daughter's face

Ride my tides i don't mind my lies that died slow

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Ride with me even when scared- join my 'band' like ring fingers.

It'll last for all these crazy days

My words rupture your face

In home staring at my face

And i got them gold bottles, first place