This is a song about "Riding high"

It ain't nothing though

Catch me riding solo

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

She asked if i was riding solo

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

Yeah, riding around with that reefer scent

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

I bring it through the ghetto without riding round

Riding getting nice cause it's nice out

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Trying to catch me riding dirty