This is a song about "Kick"

Kick back, relax, and pack my own cone.

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Ready and stiff to pull a burce lee manuver and kick

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

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

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

Kick it, swish it, spit it, grin, sip the gin, and kick quicker,

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

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

Kick you bitches like punts

Real light jab to opponents

Before i kick your ass

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

I'ma kick your ass at this shit