This is a song about "Ridn solo"

I'mnot crazy but i'll admit my judgement can be hazy. sipping on that solo for so

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

I'm on a solo mission to find him personally

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Mac's the flyest in the room, yea too bad he's solo on that couch

Using solo cups as an ash tray

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

To kill time like solo slow watches, support the shit,

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Purple in the red solo,got me movin slow mo

Two toe-to-toe together tots flowing solo

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

If you think that you can fly solo