This is a song about "Tiny bikes"

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

All my bikes are covered in rust,

Secret society all we ask is trust

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

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

If you feel it, it must be real just

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

Meant to be just a tiny little spat

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Fuckin shit, anybody who comes at me can suck my tiny dick