This is a song about "Nikes on my feet"

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

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

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

Thank my self and floyd, for standing on my feet

Find me grinding, with j's on my feet word to miley cyrus.

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

What i spend my cash on, my nikes and big tees

Got tired of running from the police

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Suck my teat, nasty feet,