This is a song about "Feet workship"

For the low that nine cheap

So repeat tap both feet

They're thousands of feet, down below

People love hodgy i hate you though

African queen got what you need

I'm passing flames walking on ma feet

Don't want to be the king

Are feet as we keep going,

Thank my self and floyd, for standing on my feet

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

A chainsaw that goes to my feet

I feel the sand on my feet

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

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

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need