This is a song about "Clicks"

Four five six, and now it clicks

Went out and had a church of kids

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Not a click i click with the bitch clicks me left me with my dead trees wilted new industry

Something just clicks in my brain

I ain't interested in fame

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Gun clicks oh shit sprint to the rooftops with no hesitation jump

Clicks, cuz we're a wild pack of harlem lunatics!

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

I got tricks up my ass, you can't stop worrying for my clicks like an axe

Surviving 'till we thriving, then we die when the metal clicks,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits