This is a song about "Kick"

I ain't hard to find is the tale that i kick

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Dick her down kick her out

I must go like fly route

Where would i be without my dogs

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

Kick back, relax, and pack my own cone.

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

I'll let you kick a verse, bleep it, i'll let you kick em all

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Kick you bitches like punts

Bitch i'm as cold as basements

G can kick back, but he cannot kick this

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

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