This is a song about "Curb stomping"

Ay, there ain't no telling

That curb don't mean a thing

Sat on the curb, since birth, my mental issue is earth,

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Feeding feins my words these nerds converse upon a curb

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

For the booked cases duels curb maced fools

Blow purp, swerve like you curved at the curb,

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

On a learning curb of convenient blessings, mostly aggressive.

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

I'm stomping shit before and after life