This is a song about "Stereo kicks"

She said it really dont matter if its real though

I spit bullshit out of the aux in your stereo

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Bag of clips, i'm an addict, i like to spit kicks,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Cause i ain't mad at cha

And my new kicks don't need to shimmer down.

Cause everytime you come around

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Bumping the stereo up, such melancholy, no affection,