This is a song about "Ride with me"

Makes me wanna ride till i die

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

I get all the bitches, coz they like to ride with the riches

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

Leather seats in that ride from the streets with that pride

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

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

He asked me if i was ready to go, because i was in for a wild ride

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

The ride starts in the kitchen, shadows making me jump

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important