This is a song about "Ride my face"

I can ride my bike with no handlebars,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

All my niggas ride or die

No more will we cry

And i know that your supply

On my ride on the bills baby i

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

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

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

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Inhalation my face is numb from

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Your girl knows how to ride, tell her to join my ranch.