This is a song about "Js on my feet"

Don't try to buy my js they put you in debt

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Yeah im still on feet and my toes.

No, no, we are not those

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Find me grinding, with j's on my feet word to miley cyrus.

I got you on your knees begging at my feet

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Don't take hotel room i take suite, got lebron's on my feet

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Thank my self and floyd, for standing on my feet