This is a song about "Bike race"

Once again, sit back, lets not race

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Your mums a bike cos everybody gets a free ride

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

Its icy kash on the mike, and i just bought a new bike

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

You doin everything to me to make my heart beat or race.

Right side, right side

I ride an all white bike

Blood everywhere and my bike was stolen.

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

So rest your weary heart

Rat race no rat flow hard

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

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