This is a song about "Kds i the feet"

I'm here to make the ground rumble beneath your feet/

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

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

Clean teeth so i can meet neat people on the street with sweet feet

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Like the limbs on ya feet, that's what i suppose

And as the blood pools at my feet i say pass the coors.

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Then i tie you to ma feet to recreate so flooring you is a walk in the park.

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

I'm like the hot sand on the beach that ignites your feet

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm the black sheep of the world i got ma feet on ma skull