This is a song about "Stomping nans"

I'll hop on angels & get to stomping they halos

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Me with binoculars on grind and i'm stomping curbs

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

I'm stomping shit before and after life

I'm stomping shit before and after life

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

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

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

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

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

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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