This is a song about "Stomping nans"

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

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

I'm stomping shit before and after life

Right flows down and they might go nice

Me with binoculars on grind and i'm stomping curbs

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

Demolishing the competition stomping on the innocent

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

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

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,