This is a song about "Cleats"

He rises runs the game while his cleats pry

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

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

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

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

Ballin like he melo satisfied in his ghetto bitch sittin on the steps front row seats

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

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

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

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

Turn on rhapsody starin at my dad's vintage cleats

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

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

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