This is a song about "Move your feet"

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

And you have to take a seat because you can't stand on your feet.

I got you on your knees begging at my feet

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Busted so bad you can't get your feet back under you

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Hurry stop stalling make your move bastards

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Watch you move your flamingos

Here they keep a rachet close

Just to let you know, you are

Now your done and six feet under

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

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