This is a song about "Bmx wit my bitch"

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

With scents of fish, i'll hook you wit my damn hooks, bitch,

My squad is who i get it wit

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

I bust up rhymes wit my rap service. yeah, my rap service.

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Try to get wit my style

Through the barbed wire

Fuck around wit my niggas, we give you some stitch.

Talkin' thathip-hop shit, don't get shot bitch

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

I go crazy wit' my raps, betta call me insane

Trip, and then you never snitch

"ay yo what the fuck's wrong wit u bitch?