This is a song about "The chariot"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

I'm love stoned and i could swear

The trigger or the chair

In the face of the outside.

Left side, left side

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Feels like im a horse n my life is the chariot,

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

She in a chariot every way