This is a song about "Dykes on bikes"

When you took my hand up so calm

Feel your chest on top on

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

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

Got girls that turn dykes over night like it happened all a sudden

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

I wanna go on strike on life now,

Will somebody please show me how

Your on fire.. your on fire

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter

New message from mom

When 2pac got shot early on

I could go on and on and on for hours,

Whole time, a little more girls

Ahah i keep going on

Pay dues like a hair salon