This is a song about "Rippin e"

Destiny approaches, above the bar rippin quotas

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Simply wanna kick back, rippin on a sick track

Simeon smoke plenty green and addicted to rippin beats/

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Rippin away the claws that are hidden in the clause

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Pistol rippin through the blocks

On the phone, fuck im feelin dizzy, rippin out the cord

And gary coleman just passed: life is short