This is a song about "Blisters on your feet"

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Don't take hotel room i take suite, got lebron's on my feet

But this pleated cleat will clean you off your feet.

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I pray the lord my guns to keep

You've got paradise under your feet,

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

I've returned though see, slowly back on my feet

J's on my feet, yeah i love designers,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Yea i'm missin some sleep

I feel the sand on my feet

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

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

You can feel my dick on your leg five feet beside you,

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue