This is a song about "When we ride on our enemies"

And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Its too sick, like a ride we span on/

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

Thinkin on the days when our love was all that,

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Because we surely like to leave our enemies baffled

We living for our worldly desires, building our empires on things we put

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

But nigga don’t ride my dick when i’m on that high rise

But we will get our gang back on the map

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Nigga i ain't never scared

When our savior comes we ascend