This is a song about "Ill stomp you out"

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

To you, ill take you out fishing an leave the sharks with something to chew, no rescue,

Everybodys plot is deceit, when its not, its retreat cuz ill stomp ya, with cleats

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

After our battle ill meet you out the front and you try and go me

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Cause even if you get out ill be at the top waiting to make you cry

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Ill hit you out the park just like im kenny loft.

I repeatedly stomp on your head until you admit

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

But dont let it stomp you or drop you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Lady at the frank stand will

You just hatin cuz my flow so ill