This is a song about "The homie ryan kickin back with bitches and hitting blunts"

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

The sickest king who's kickin' green and stackin' all the frickin' streams,

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

You can kick back with a brew or a beer smoke a few blunts

It's only fitting cause i'm looking super fly with you

And then the fuckin' acid i had started kickin' in too!

Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa

The weed hitting hard and quick just like a cobra,

Hosted by great the king slayer, and it's kickin',

Boss is my position, i got the ammunition

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Fiddle with the string and hold the anger back