This is a song about "My motorcycle"

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

This is my original, my validation

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

I don't trust no one

Grab my knife and my gun