This is a song about "Childhood bike"

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

I had a hard childhood,

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood

My childhood memories are still there..

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Summertime, no doubt, i had to pull the bike out

I prefer your applause without a handout

A childhood being suppressed,

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

You've only got a set number of years 'till your childhood

I can ride my bike with no handlebars,

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Its icy kash on the mike, and i just bought a new bike

I bet i hit it where every rapper get killed, like