This is a song about "Pumped up kicks"

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Went out and had a church of kids

Hes got on some crips kicks

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

Kicks ass spit tracks so blasphemous

Trying to get back to this thing called love

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Lyrics are a thesis, pumped through speakers

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough

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

You can hear it in my lyrics

So for the necklace you get crane kicks