This is a song about "Kick your ass"

No one-half and i hate math

You better have your face on your ass.

That are targeted at your ass.

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

Ain't even tryna hold back

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

We just talk alot of shit kick ass and use slang

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

Im nice, anybody else here would kick your ass back to your broken track

Where the hood rules, kick our ass if we make a mistake!

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Because you gotta finish a paper

Sit back, kick your feet up, find a cat and pet her

I'ma kick your ass at this shit

The dead society of a poet