This is a song about "Bikes"

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Be peddling on bikes to the border flipping bitches like a quarter

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

I used to be poor in the bad part down, stealing bikes to run,

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Now i'm sharpening spikes, to toss it at dykes and broads with their bikes

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

All my bikes are covered in rust,