This is a song about "Bikes"

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

Attention is a must

All my bikes are covered in rust,

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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