This is a song about "Stolen bike"

I say it’s your world, cole world to be exact

Or might blast a tight rap, have a bike crash cause i drive fast

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Like jewlery in pawnshops that tends to get stolen

I make a way for my people to see the light

But i'm 50 kilometers lighter than a #bike

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

Your stolen words go on deaf ears like a cryin mime

Blood everywhere and my bike was stolen.

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

It all started when my mother took my bike away

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Left with your bitch, you can call her stolen

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,