This is a song about "Riders"

Damn i think i hit writer's block, pulling up to the riders lot

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

You spit fire, smaller than bawty riders

Fly when i ball you'll get stopped if you pop the poor.. #riders,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers