This is a song about "Pumped up kicks"

Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Bag of clips, i'm an addict, i like to spit kicks,

All my fans are getting pumped up- check the barometer

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

I represent, but still i need the cars, the hoes, the freshest kicks,

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Clutch her jeans while she kicks, osama asked for my tricks.

My team getting digits

You old kicks won't find new chicks.

No where to be found, that motivated me to do better and it got me pumped

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend