This is a song about "Get me those kicks"

Took me a while just to write those

This is love, nothing else close

Comparing to those who compare me to ignorance

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

White america said i'd be doing 25 to life

And when i get those mics you know i must score five

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Call me crazy maybe, but those were your friends that "hate'' me.

Keep those rhymes tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

Those the type of people who can't wait to get you gone

The jiggas and the tips

Hes got on some crips kicks

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Ya i'd like to get a cumshot on those taters