This is a song about "Riding with the crows"

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Riding shot gun when the cops open the door

Riding in their bugatti's man/

Yeah, the kid in this thang

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Screaming sparks out the window when we riding by

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Yeah, riding around with that reefer scent

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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