This is a song about "Ridin no mah horsie"

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Yow am ridin around in my

Yow am ridin around in my

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

I need a backyard full court size

No lames, no lies, no compromise

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Big bullets, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked

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

No money no talk,no energy no walk

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

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

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Shes ridin on my dick like a broom stick

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick