This is a song about "Ryder s life"

Hope my city is not too far

Bad, just like an 80's car

Then put it into sex drive

It´s the battle of life

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

The outline which you n****s out dated