This is a song about "Feet workship"

When my words were aimed at your feet

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Have no souls indeed

I feel the sand on my feet

Failures who cant stand up on their feet

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Thank my self and floyd, for standing on my feet

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

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

He'll fall down at my feet

Aye it almost got me 6 feet

More money that mean less sleep

I need to beat

Suck my teat, nasty feet,

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep