This is a song about "Ride out or not"

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

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

That ride or die anytime, threw thick or thin,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

My niggas like it ride or die no diet

Ride or die niga im not a stunt dummy

Where you belong with your family

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Get to her place 901 3rd street get out my ride and knock on her front door,

But most of the time

She's a ride or die dime

Found out she lived close by she said she would give my ride

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Can you beat me or not

You chris, i rock