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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

On em from the sky our eyes precipitate when they deny

Because we surely like to leave our enemies baffled

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Thats how i ride on my motherfuckin enemies

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

Even when we got kick out our house for what we always done

I don't know why i'm even on this track

But we will get our gang back on the map

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

We wear a bulletproof vest on our chest in vain,

I turned into something they never became

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see