This is a song about "Pumped up kicks"

The wrong drink, the right work

Making her pumped talking absurd

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

So for the necklace you get crane kicks

You can hear it in my lyrics

Hes got on some crips kicks

Or just a punk but that fucking shit gets my adrenalin pumped.

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Kicks, chips, whips, flicks, chicks will make the missiles hit,

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

For me to stomp my converse kicks round

Weed up, better make a sound

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