This is a song about "Heels"

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Chills start at my heels coming up i feels

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

She twerkin that money fallin ,around her heels she even rock

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Im rippin the game you have your pants at your heels

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Spinning like wheels under my heels,

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress