This is a song about "Bedtime story bike"

Bitch, they call it motor city

A convoluted story, not really

But if i die tonight

And learn to ride a bike

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

Your mums a bike cos everybody gets a free ride

This smooth groove is soothing n' abusin' the clues used, improving your crude views

It's bedtime night night, im never phased i will have your style on the six o clock news

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I guess now i'm done telling this story,

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

Hopin' that my niggas see

That would make a helluva story

//#moral #of #the #story

Young'n in the fader like laundry