This is a song about "Heel money"

But girl you gotta heel me eyeyeyeeye – repeated

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

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

I'll never call you bitch again

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Not bad using that dope money

On they twitter writing novels, see

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Anint shit funny, for the money

She told me erything is real

Since you're down now, boy, lick ma foot heel

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

Where would i be without my dogs

If i can make them money

You a lady boss, now you fly free