This is a song about "Move your feet"

On your own words and feet, saying that you could defeat

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Take a walk, draw your feet and see your core organs bleed

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Overpowering your every move with unmatchable synthesis

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Remove the gravity from your feet

Rotting in a graveyard garden, six feet deep in your wooden coffin

I'm working while they sleeping, so staying's not an option

Girls say everything that i write smooth

It’s tougher to decide your next move

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

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed