This is a song about "Westcoast riley"

Just like this rhyme put me on the reel

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The pain still clinging to his broken frame, neck red and inflamed,

Ive been rollin with my hands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Now i'm rollin', iphone stolen

Me and my microphone could be one

See the fuckin youts, rollin wid da fake ralph's//

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

We have guests, come on, put 'em on tighter, rep your best songs

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss