This is a song about "Kickin the bucket"

I'm spittin' when i walk, kickin' up chalk on the block and know i walk funny,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

My doc kicked the bucket, so i said fuck it,

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

I say fuck it before we kick the bucket

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

So here is a mop and a bucket now go clean up the bathroom

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

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Great's always kickin' knowledge, the devil's alive,

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

I’m just kickin’ this shit to ya while rhymin’ on the beat,