This is a song about "Stereo kicks"

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

You’re a invicible ghost, can’t even hear the stereo,

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

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

For me to stomp my converse kicks round

Everytime you come around

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Walking around with my flashes, pairs of brand new ass kicks

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

I spit bullshit out of the aux in your stereo

Hes got on some crips kicks

Fuck, clean up on aisle six