This is a song about "Still ridin"

For real, a nigga ill

Cuz im coming up still,

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

She was ridin shotty and i was in the back lane

Accidentally kill your family still

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Shes ridin on my dick like a broom stick

If his bitch insist on getting sick

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

The ride has been ridin'

Catch you up on places i've been

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

And i remember long ago when you was ridin' my dick,