This is a song about "Feet"

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

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

Last of a dying breed

Head to toe, face and feet,

Thank my self and floyd, for standing on my feet

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Its not easy when you just have your two feet

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

I’ll never use a rubber

Yeah he's six feet under

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Are feet as we keep going,

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

Dive in originality? it's best you wet your clone feet,