This is a song about "Ridin"

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Yow am ridin around in my

She was ridin shotty and i was in the back lane

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

It just started with chattin now i'm ridin her like she galloped

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Ridin' down the highway

Round my motherfuckin way

Maybe a couple exten-do's these niggas know and i'm ridin low,

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Go crazy when she hear music

Shes ridin on my dick like a broom stick

Where's the other bitch that was here ridin wit me?

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money