This is a song about "Gettimng back up on your feet"

I've returned though see, slowly back on my feet

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

I want you all up on the floor so go on and get on your feet

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Come on pick'em up, bring me back..bring me back!!!

I pray the lord my guns to keep

When my words were aimed at your feet

I feel the sand on my feet

But i'm not worried

Leopard kicks on my feet

We can't catch the beat

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

A tic-tac, sittin there lieing on your back, ya, now you know whats up, so

On your own words and feet, saying that you could defeat

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek