This is a song about "Kicks krunch"

Kicks, chips, whips, flicks, chicks will make the missiles hit,

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

So for the necklace you get crane kicks

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

No more rows and conflicts punches or kicks/ think don't feel, be static/

(jump in a 20 secs into instrumental, right as snare kicks off)

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

I do it just for kicks, even if i got no strife

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Leopard kicks on my feet

From the back seat, back seat