This is a song about "Js on my feet"

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

I got you on your knees begging at my feet

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Yeah im still on feet and my toes.

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

These chains wrapped around my feet,

Indubitably i'm too street

J's on my feet, yeah i love designers,

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers