This is a song about "Riding out"

Verse writing, hearse riding,

Money ain't a thing

We riding rover timeless....

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

I'm back riding a motorcycle

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

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

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

Riding through palm beach, damn this is a harsh tour.

"he bout to rhyme on riding dimes again?"

Shit, we don't believe none of them

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split