This is a song about "Riding with the crows"

Riding shot gun when the cops open the door

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Crows pick up the seeds & sow fellows in october/

Felt like i'm free from all my sins when the service was over

I bring it through the ghetto without riding round

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

This life i chose

Whilst i glide with black crows,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Yeah, riding around with that reefer scent

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Screaming sparks out the window when we riding by

Your last man was semi pro

Catch me riding solo