This is a song about "Dirt bikes"

From responsibility to its dirt

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

Actual images of enemies in the gardens while i pollute the dirt

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

You think i'm absurd cause i emerged from the dirt

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

In the woods outside on the dirt

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

You couldn't live your life for the moment

All my bikes are covered in rust,

The wrong drink, the right work

Your in a pile of dirt

She dig me, got my dick in the dirt

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

Now i'm sharpening spikes, to toss it at dykes and broads with their bikes

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines