This is a song about "Foot locker"

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Look at me left foot right foot through these streets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot

Got my foot on the gas

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Swerve never stay alive, foot ain't on gas right now

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

I wouldn't say i'm nino with the carter

Bullied you with flow, go hide in your locker

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father