This is a song about "Bikes"

All my bikes are covered in rust,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

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

Thats even better i'm not that into submissive woman

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

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

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

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

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

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