This is a song about "Riding off"

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

Dont be riding in kendricks old mini-van/

I bring it through the ghetto without riding round

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

And it rules everything around them

"he bout to rhyme on riding dimes again?"

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Yeah, riding around with that reefer scent

Riding getting nice cause it's nice out

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

I'ma knock 'em off like balance when you're riding with a saddle

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

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

Pork on the fork, white in the pot