This is a song about "Stomping nans"

I'm stomping shit before and after life

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

He's up front in a stomping parade but astrayed from the raid,

Demolishing the competition stomping on the innocent

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

Threw it down in anger, stomping down

Lit the scene by stomping squares like mj did in billie jean

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Fuck this i'm going back stomping on the gas, found kcb, and all i could say was that i'm back

Our songs makes heads pop, an nans ganster bop, limp walking round like they just got shot,

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff