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.

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

We gotta find peace and end the war 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

I turn yo good girl to a bad bitch, wildin like a rabbit in betwen the sheets

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

He rises runs the game while his cleats pry

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

Turn on rhapsody starin at my dad's vintage cleats