This is a song about "I ride with too much auto tune"

When i’m in the groove, i can really freak a tune

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Because times are slim, and i risk too much.

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

I keep a blunt with my fourty when im down to ride.

I can ride my bike with no handlebars,

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

I endured as much as i could before snapping on this cancer ride.

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

Grand theft auto: vice city too

I feel like my life was in too much of a rush

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

I beat myself up too much

So y'all can cope n' touch