This is a song about "Kicking arse"

I remember the phone call to my house my mom kicking me out,

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

I need to wake your scrawny arse up so you don't forget about me

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

She spun around kicking him as quickly as he had come

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Kicking the ones without access to attractive... ness

Oh shoot, now i'm kicking it through to the next level

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

I'm kicking all your behinds

All the time with this glock of mines

Kicking ass like all nighters with pakistan

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Dont even lie you lick cock and arse,

The you should look up in the stars