This is a song about "Pumped up kicks"

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Lyrics are a thesis, pumped through speakers

I'm in awe from all of those features

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

For kicks i cure cancer

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver

All my fans are getting pumped up- check the barometer

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Went out and had a church of kids

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

So for the necklace you get crane kicks

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Hes got on some crips kicks