This is a song about "Riding out"

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

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Riding in their bugatti's man/

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

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

Screaming sparks out the window when we riding by

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Yeah, riding around with that reefer scent

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

I put the nigga in his casket

Riding inna hammer dip

Catch me riding so solo

And she gives them a blow