This is a song about "Boots and cats and rinsing and mincing"

As i light one for ill will

And inhospitable,

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Social conditioning and

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Run with ill cats, and we we kill that, with heat like shaq attack,

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

As she goes through the levels

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Living young and wild and free

I’m tryna be low key

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing