This is a song about "Boy i ride with"

So gay i can barely say it with a straight face lookin', boy

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

I'm on the highway to hell but i can't catch a ride,

I can smell it when i go outside

I was high with hot hand and nice ride

Playng baseball with my boy tube

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

I ride an all white bike

Left, right, left, right

I can ride my bike with no handlebars,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops