This is a song about "Ridin solo"

Get you high, keep it on the low

If you think that you can fly solo

To kill time like solo slow watches, support the shit,

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

She asked if i was riding solo

No, just put us on death row

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

Purple in the red solo,got me movin slow mo

I like my girls skinny with brains

Goin' solo, as always,

Shes ridin on my dick like a broom stick

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

What i mean is that false niggas think that they can go #solo

Like a fiend off the best rock

Kid ridin’ solo, beaten' the block!