This is a song about "Sport bikes"

My dough in flipmode, what up to busta rhymes

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

Every sport making baskets at the court

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

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

Killin' for sport, but i'm still ignored/

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

This shit is like a sport we do,

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

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

Fuck with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles