This is a song about "Kickin it"

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass//

But i let off everything i have

Dangerously vicious mentally retarded when im swinging kickin the dust,

Keeping em' shook chanting for hope,rhyming like me is hard to do like you and

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

The sickest king who's kickin' green and stackin' all the frickin' streams,

Waiting for willows. spirits kept below,kickin'' in hell hole. i can't bear it n i must rescue ol'.

And i was set loose amidst a swirling tornado of emotions inside my own soul,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

Y'all could never admit it, forget it, spit it, i writ it,

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit