This is a song about "Riding through the city"

But then you went and ditched me, you fucking left the city

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

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

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

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

Riding down the highway (zoom zoom)

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Riding shot gun when the cops open the door

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel