This is a song about "Riley traveling to europe"

Smoke ? you know it taste good

To dictate how to look,

Killing people to get to yourself to heaven?

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Move to europe, ah fuck it, blow it up,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

The pigs fly away in the morning

You need to stick to balling

To skate to my full potential-

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

To complain to him or her

My pockets got paper on paper

Trying to get to you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Thank god i found you

To stay true to the crew