This is a song about "Bikes"

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

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

All my bikes are covered in rust,

She can only live for the moment

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

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

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

For being jealous of a brother when he rides