This is a song about "Riding the dick till u cum"

I bring it through the ghetto without riding round

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

To yelp coz ur a little bit and ur a dick and ur goin to get kick in the face so u

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

Screaming sparks out the window when we riding by

U baby pliz cum back but i'll be telling her u had chances u wasted

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone

So how about a fair round with no riding of the dicks

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Ill stick my dick down there throat till i feel fluid