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

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

Homie, follow me i got styles, you can copy one

Come hang with the greatness.

And men'll chase love

Niggas braggin' but everybody stagnant

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

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