This is a song about "Shook"

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

Half your body laying on my chest

Shook ones? lay 'em down like wet cement,

Cuz i shook renew my size

Rollin' down the four o five

She never even wonders and cowers, or gets way shook,

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

Yet you still shook when i discussed the target of today/

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

I wanna kick his tush, but i was six and shook

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Shook when i saw her had to catch my breath back

Your metaphors lack, so for shook souls i etch-a-sketch they score back

The generational gap with yet another sensational track