This is a song about "Curb stomp"

Nah who am i kiddin im still gonna verbally stomp your head

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Thought he'd quit and stomp his missions

For us to find our way

On the right lane, where the curb lay

On the right lane, where the curb lay

All up under the covers day

Curb stomp your face, racist

And you know my drift

Spitting on the side walk cussing on the curb

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

For me to stomp my converse kicks round

Then i turn and cross over the median curb

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort