This is a song about "Riders"

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

You spit fire, smaller than bawty riders

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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