This is a song about "Cold feet"

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

They're thousands of feet, down below

Jump off... hoping, i'm hoping

Are feet as we keep going,

Hand to hand in the cold

I say that the pool is closed

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Leopard kicks on my feet

I keep my money neat

I feel the sand on my feet

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

These chains wrapped around my feet,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Thats spits lyrics so cold

Catchdubs you a motherfucker

Yeah he's six feet under