This is a song about "Stolen bike"

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Racism stands tall with his smoking gun, a child's life stolen

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Like jewlery in pawnshops that tends to get stolen

It all started when my mother took my bike away

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

Everywhere on my bike

You gotta make sure you aim right

I can ride my bike with no handlebars,

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

As my name get bigger this game get different

It got stolen by a heroin junkie and it sucked

You better watch out before i take your bike

Living my life like i'm living right