This is a song about "Cool knees"

Sitting right here on my knees

I'm everything that they call nice

Got tired of running from the police

Gettin weak all in my knees

Cause there could never be peace

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Kaiju in this motherfucker, shudder at the knees

I got all the haters on their knees

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Wears his jeans below his knees

Rideright back to the movies

God didn't respond, even on his knees

Is it this black mercedes

The pale skin and scrapped knees