This is a song about "Baes and bikes"

Be peddling on bikes to the border flipping bitches like a quarter

Fuck rap, i'll be a landlord so i can rape the tenants daughter

And once i'm dead and gone

Well, the club bout to hear this song

Dc star, a pg legend

Grab the scissors and saws and

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

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

And put it together

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types