This is a song about "Strictly bmx culture kings"

Paintin' pictures, strictly business, it's an art in itself,

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

They're spending time on the vines n' the other hypes in culture

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Strictly menace wear, making off a guinness beer

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

That's where we claim the crown and say we kings

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Culture lost in a vortex of racial caricatures

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

So you know i be fly, am in da league of kings.

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

This freestyle ain't for the weak, strictly r rated