This is a song about "Bikes"

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

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

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

All my bikes are covered in rust,

Fuck you if you feelin' different