This is a song about "Bikes"

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Watch outwell now they all say that vultures or parasites

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

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

I would have been a totally different person

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

All my bikes are covered in rust,

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

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author