This is a song about "Ride my face"

I was twelve when the gunned you

My ride old but my rims new,

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

On my ride on the bills baby i

Haven't slept for days

My words rupture your face

My new flow bought hublots below zero

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

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

I can ride my bike with no handlebars,

And you should see my face

Looking for them better days

Thats how i ride on my motherfuckin enemies

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Lookin' for these better days

Look at my daughter's face