This is a song about "Bikes"

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

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

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Never thought that i'd withdraw them with the next woman

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

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

You couldn't live your life for the moment

All my bikes are covered in rust,