This is a song about "Dirt bike"

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

I prefer your applause without a handout

With a hand struck from the dirt

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Shotgun in the drop made a right

I ride an all white bike

Neither black nor white

Everywhere on my bike

When it throws us to the dirt

Wrong drink, the right work

It all started when my mother took my bike away

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

It's the last day on planet earth, we're stranded dirt

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

From responsibility to its dirt