This is a song about "Riding with the crows"

You big riding fag fuck you and your swag bitch on the rag,

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

I bring it through the ghetto without riding round

Riding down the highway (zoom zoom)

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Crows pick up the seeds & sow fellows in october/

Screaming sparks out the window when we riding by

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

Whilst i glide with black crows,

Live from the lamont's rose

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Wanting a gold chain, but his life is just a sequel, hes riding the soul train!

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort