This is a song about "Sun goes down and the riders come out"

What goes up must come down, there'll be smiles there'll be frowns

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

So fuck 'em, wait 'till sun up and that's when my time will come

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

I love and hate this world, this goes out to ma pops

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

But they say what goes up must come down i'll believe that when i spot an angel on the ground/

You take it in the shitter like daily and come out claiming

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Automatic kill for pennies

Straight out my mind, and down through the keys.

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Then clouding out the sun with poison smoke