This is a song about "Cleats"

He rises runs the game while his cleats pry

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Turn on rhapsody starin at my dad's vintage cleats

Then quickly people start activate reactions through words , thoughts, and deeds

Everybodys plot is deceit, when its not, its retreat cuz ill stomp ya, with cleats

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Punched the teacher out like pow, he jumped my ass with some cleats

This is kinda like a game so i brought my cleats, and have fun smiling after i kick in your teeth.

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

And bind lines to make them sweet and grind ground like they were cleats

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

And watch me as i stomp on this game wearing my cleats