This is a song about "Kicks krunch"

For me to stomp my converse kicks round

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

But that's what he liked her

For kicks i cure cancer

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

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

Those lines are already better than yours, but i'll write more just for the kicks

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

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

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Kicks new, my denim, raw

I ain't, mad, at cha

But wait that beat kicks in and your adrenaline jumps

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students