This is a song about "I like to kick"

When i kick rhymes you pick lines to call yo special

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Because i kick ass, with my sick raps

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Can i kick camera mans in black vans

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

They had my back like support on the chair i kick.

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I'll kick ya head to jog your memory 'cuz i ain't finished yet,

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Mindvoid seemed kinda annoyed, like he was ready to kick the kitten

I'll kick you out this world, like the hubble

Of finding myself as an individual