This is a song about "The homie ryan can t hang"

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

Can we still hang out? still talk kiss hug and fuck?

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Run for cover and return fire

Come hang with the greatness.

We don't ever make love

Down the ryan, in a scion

If a nigga didn't fake like them

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

And spit the truth in the booth that'll hang 'em on crucifixes,

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,