This is a song about "Foot fetish"

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

Call me a product of my own damn hood

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

We've got one foot on the ground and we've got one foot in the grave

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

Cus they got a murder fetish and a lion's bite!

And you niggas will acknowledge this

You the type to satisfy my fetish

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Should get the message you the type to satisfy my fetish