This is a song about "When my raps kick in"

I'll kick you in your motherfuckin' butt nigga,

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Im filled with integrity, keeping my raps locked in my brain mentally,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Called ignorant and dumb by the rest, when we kick rocks,

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic

They had my back like support on the chair i kick.

Well rick james, maury jane

When the bullet's in my brain

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

She like when i rap raps

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Trying to rise to my streak i'll kick you off the ladder,in this rap battle you'll be

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

Because i kick ass, with my sick raps