This is a song about "Cycling shorts"

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Dude with a mullet bussin shorts wearing flip flops

I wonder so often

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids

All you need is clean shorts and some nikes?

When i get my hands on nines

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Lose your mind in the rhythm, another kingdom ill from the cycling symptoms,