This is a song about "Sport bikes"

And for sport i'm gonna finish you; lyrically not physically

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

Be peddling on bikes to the border flipping bitches like a quarter

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Running from the cops like that shit is an olympic sport,

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

And these nigga see this shit as a water sport

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Signed a deal, four years, with the devil's sport