This is a song about "Recoil"

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

You can kick back with a brew or a beer smoke a few blunts

Drop kick back and lets say it again (sids back!)

The third one is mixed, white and black

Look like a crock, you stand in shock/

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

With rock, shock rap with doc

Like a fiend off the best rock

Man i dread that through the dark nights like crimes of soft cotton

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

And send me to a fucking shrink where i would have to confess

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

I'm fucking asthmatic, my records problematic

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

From blunt smoke to gun smoke