This is a song about "Kicks krunch"

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

No new kicks or dope hoodie to hide in my shame,

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Walking around with my flashes, pairs of brand new ass kicks

I ain't mad at cha

Kicks new, my denim, raw

For kicks i cure cancer

I thought i recognized her

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

You old kicks won't find new chicks.

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

And my new kicks don't need to shimmer down.