This is a song about "Spikes"

He'll freak out like he is seeing 'em #spikes

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Depression spikes inside, i needed someone to help this feeling/

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

So i can hear the spikes enter his organs 'n' intestines

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Watch outwell now they all say that vultures or parasites

Now i'm sharpening spikes, to toss it at dykes and broads with their bikes