This is a song about "Bedtime story bike"

These my rhymes and my story

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That would make a helluva story

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Time ain't on her side

Everywhere on my bike

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Summertime, no doubt, i had to pull the bike out

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

You better watch out before i take your bike

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Blood everywhere and my bike was stolen.