This is a song about "Kicks krunch"

And now it's clear as this promise

Kicks ass spit tracks so blasphemous

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

So for the necklace you get crane kicks

Hes got on some crips kicks

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

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

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

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

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick