This is a song about "Kickin it"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Draw pics of him drop-kickin' islamic prophets

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

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

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

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

I'm respected from californ-i-a way down to japan

Kickin' shit, deeper meaning expressed, r.a. the rugged man,

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Hear it, endear it, believe it.

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit