This is a song about "Riding and dying"

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

And plus hip-hop is dying, so my raps are like the laser rays,

Come and test, if i'm the best, and everybody's dying

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

You're insane? you're putting bullets in my barain and i still aint dying

Riding in a vehicle

With a honey in the middle

And you just fuckin stand there cause she's afraid of dying

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

We blasting guns and we having fun when we riding, you ain't even know it,

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Riding down the highway (zoom zoom)

I'm not moving like a cartoon