This is a song about "Bikes"

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

All my bikes are covered in rust,

Secret society all we ask is trust

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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