This is a song about "Who going to ride"

And learn to ride a bike

Not only had the fiend died

Hold the door for girls

Going to train on spiders

Feeling like it’s armageddon and imabout to get a ride quick

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing

It doesn't matter who i'm going after, it's happening,

We ride along surviving strong, is what i came to say

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

Mothafucking ride , to do what

What a mess! but we clean in the club

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

I'm on the highway to hell but i can't catch a ride,

And we try to keep going

Money ain't a thing