This is a song about "Chinks kikes and niggers stealing bikes"

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Im removing the rules and stealing your face

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Live my life through some film, man

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

Unless you eatin' pussy that smell like it's a stale plum

Mad, stealing clothes cause you broke, and you know that

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss