This is a song about "Bikes"

But i never ever thought that you would take me on this offer

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

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

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

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

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

You couldn't live your life for the moment

All my bikes are covered in rust,