This is a song about "My bike"

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

I told him get his 9 and run

My words are my rhythm

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Roll up niggas be like sex

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Summertime, no doubt, i had to pull the bike out

But i'm 50 kilometers lighter than a #bike

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

Or might blast a tight rap, have a bike crash cause i drive fast

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/