This is a song about "Foot fetish"

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Tryna make the perfect odds like he got a fetish

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

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

She crazy, that stalker shit

Put my foot in your casket

I’m young and wild and i charm our old mother

Just one hit from me, and youll be six foot under

I'm no longer a saint, jeremy shockey for life

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

But we got off on the wrong foot

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

You reflect in this heart of mine