This is a song about "Push bikes"

Don't even try to push your luck/

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

This the newest wolf gang member

Don't push your luck kid you're still tender

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

You go and push your luck

Submerging from the depth, and i push and nudge

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

You can push me aside and rush

Made from the brain of me, most genius

Farther and farther they push me.

Take your time when you’re with me baby

To push this faggots cork back

Sneak up on attack