This is a song about "Sport bikes"

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

I used to be poor in the bad part down, stealing bikes to run,

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

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

Every sport making baskets at the court

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

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

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

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

I style on new york, pile up my fork

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

This shit is like a sport we do,

I just wanted to be at peace with you