This is a song about "Cleats"

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

I be ballin, they wonder why

He rises runs the game while his cleats pry

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

Turn on rhapsody starin at my dad's vintage cleats

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

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

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

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

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