This is a song about "Stomping nans"

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Me with binoculars on grind and i'm stomping curbs

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

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

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

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

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

She don't really care about anyone advice

I'm stomping shit before and after life

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

Demolishing the competition stomping on the innocent