This is a song about "Curb stomp"

Fuck it, im leaving

That curb don't mean a thing

Just to go to liv on a sunday

On the right lane, where the curb lay

Sign on my dick that say

On the right lane, where the curb lay

420, respect you but here to stomp you

I call em up, they might fall through

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Curb stomp your face, racist

Blow purp, swerve like you curved at the curb,

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Making a movie, spike work

Put your brains on the curb

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

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