This is a song about "Chucks on my feet"

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Fuck she's dead... throw her off the couch, rest my feet on her head.

Find me grinding, with j's on my feet word to miley cyrus.

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Got my j's on my feet as i'm walking down the street

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

If police sight at me i got hermes on my feet

From the back seat, back seat

I feel the sand on my feet

I'm passing flames walking on ma feet

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep