This is a song about "Cleats"

Baby i can see that you don't recognize mei'm shock g: the one who put the satin on your panties

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

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

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

He rises runs the game while his cleats pry

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

Turn on rhapsody starin at my dad's vintage cleats

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

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

The maskin' in dire of cavin' in. breakin' empire that's how it seems