This is a song about "My motorcycle"

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Man it’s the killer tracks

And i am one of one

My words are my rhythm

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

And there's little to be glad for

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My own unknown is my enemy,

They say nothings ever free

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

These my rhymes and my story