This is a song about "Riding with the crows"

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

I don't need no single

Riding in a vehicle

'cuz i be flowing, riding up on the beat, and that's dope and you ain't even know it,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Catch me riding solo

But now the dough like kaiser bro

Crows pick up the seeds & sow fellows in october/

Never will you survive if you ever rhyme for a poser

If your man can't keep up wit you

But doesn't know the crows grew