This is a song about "Cleats"

Turn on rhapsody starin at my dad's vintage cleats

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Can only offer them a fraction. of the fame, man what a dame. she keeps

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

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

He rises runs the game while his cleats pry

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

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

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

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

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets