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

Whats up, my name is ryan,

If a nigga didn't fake like them

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Just like the homie biggie said

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

To the homie wit no discretion

You're uncool like my mother kin

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Hang up the telephone

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Raising bars, till i don't think you can hang with it