This is a song about "Dirt bikes"

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

From responsibility to its dirt

When it throws us to the dirt

The wrong drink, the right work

In the woods outside on the dirt

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Put the purp in the blunt

All my bikes are covered in rust,

Girl, i put in that work

With a hand struck from the dirt

They call me say, word

Your in a pile of dirt

On my shirt now i gotta do work to remove dirt

Before a nigga finish put in the work

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven

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