This is a song about "Monday toes"

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

How beautiful are thou, africa

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Monday in my room again

We vegetables, on them record labels

Last monday was nuts, i took 3 sluts

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

You feel it from your head to your toes

You feel it from your head to your toes

And these shape-shifting hoes

You to lick between my toes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

You feel it from your head to your toes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose