This is a song about "Bikelife and wheelies"

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

And nasty remains and bones

Fake niggas get dial tones

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

And like to boast and brag

Don’t you be holding back

Living young and wild and free

But five years from now i bet she see

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

And get it again and again

And their mothers and fathers

Im always on the yard like farmers