This is a song about "Riley coming to europe"

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Rapping bout all the shit that coming to my mind

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players.

Only to stop the tears coming out your eyes

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Coming to the foreground

She said i'm ready to fuck

I’ll take you touring europe

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

I'm smoking shit you can only find in europe

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Coming to terms, where we can agree