This is a song about "Going on a bike ride to get high"

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

I can ride my bike with no handlebars,

People always trying to get high

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

But nigga don’t ride my dick when i’m on that high rise

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

I can ride my bike with no handlebars,

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world

The snitch on the block... is going to get murdered

Tell me what that feel like

I ride an all white bike

Get to her place 901 3rd street get out my ride and knock on her front door,

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

We on that high rise/ you betta get a grip