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

My cumb’s all up and on your tits

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

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

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I got you on your knees begging at my feet

Bite into your bangs, shake the chains.

I like my girls skinny with brains

When my words were aimed at your feet

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Failures who cant stand up on their feet