This is a song about "Kds i the feet"

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

When i turn left or right i see dead in the night, lying on the street they got cold feet,

Livin life thinkin no man can hurt meso i'm askin -- before i lay me down to sleep

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Toke me for granted but i landed on both feet

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Then i leave the scene with glee, with a pair of your feet as a trophy

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

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

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

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