This is a song about "Feet on my face"

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

I look down on my feet and i can only really blink

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

I feel the sand on my feet

Indubitably i'm too street

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

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

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

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat