This is a song about "Ryder s life"

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

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

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

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

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

You make a nigga sing songs nice

It´s the battle of life

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

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,