This is a song about "Kickin"

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Me and my nigga kid, sometimes we talk each other kickin',

But that takes paper that we don't have so niggas put their souls up as collateral

My bars is kickin' into steve urkel,been writing rhymes long as a journal

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

I'm kickin' derriere, no beats with wary snares,

The mental melee got me kickin' like pele

Ambition is definitely on the way

Kickin' this up, got the rhymes in a treasure chest,

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Amnesia kickin in cant remember my sins, evil mood swings

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings