This is a song about "Riding"

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Even if i die i'll roll up riding a golden hearse

I'm back riding a motorcycle

Yeah come holla at your uncle

So how about a fair round with no riding of the dicks

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Ain't riding, dicks so stop, siding, don't swap

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Accuse people of riding, we know you're a hypocrite

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

I never need a back up, im always riding solo

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

But respect is more real, and ambition the key