This is a song about "700 hunit on my feet run your bangs up"

I run up in your spot getting invasive

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Sometimes i think, what i need

When my words were aimed at your feet

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

I got you on your knees begging at my feet

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

Seein' dreams in they sleep

I feel the sand on my feet

On your own words and feet, saying that you could defeat

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Yo it keep me alright, and now i'm on my feet,