This is a song about "Clicks"

Four five six, and now it clicks

It's moe, all i need is more chips

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

Something just clicks in my brain

Down in dallas at the all-star game

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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