This is a song about "My motorcycle"

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Switch swag on you little dick fags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

See my pain through my eyes,

Started off on thin ice

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

And he, what's his name, earl