This is a song about "Turnin kicks"

And runnin' with specific crews, turnin' blue? shit's a clue

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Song is turnin into one long poem.

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

Right when i was turnin the corner, startin to bend

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Kicks ass spit tracks so blasphemous

Hes got on some crips kicks

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

U aint paid u broke, this boards turnin to a joke/

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Enrapture with ass kicks with finesse so massive

Bag of clips, i'm an addict, i like to spit kicks,

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks