This is a song about "Baes and bikes"

I said i got my ass beat

And stop playing hide and seek,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

Flyer then the rest of them

And get it again and again

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Something worth dying for