This is a song about "Bike stolen"

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

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Forced to rely on stolen beer to settle your bets

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

But i gotta make sure i’m right

And learn to ride a bike

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

Aces stolen, how i'd be rolling, hole in heart, rolled too hard.

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

It got stolen by a heroin junkie and it sucked

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

Left with your bitch, you can call her stolen

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Your stolen words go on deaf ears like a cryin mime