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

And you have to take a seat because you can't stand on your feet.

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

Politicians are getting back-hand bribes, sittin' on a damn beach,

You've got paradise under your feet,

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

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

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

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

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

You can feel my dick on your leg five feet beside you,

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Back up on the old hunt,