This is a song about "Heel money"

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

To legitimize the prize money

Her achilles heel is her weak heart.

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Dopeness became my achilles' heel being simply ill cause my skill in these lyrics has to grow

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

I ain't got no money,

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

But girl you gotta heel me eyeyeyeeye – repeated

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Getting to the money

Blow up on this society

The aching and pain of losing treading on the back of your heel,

Aight elite for real one take dawg and i'm up outta here