This is a song about "Smelly feet"

When my words were aimed at your feet

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Aye it almost got me 6 feet

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

So repeat tap both feet

From the back seat, back seat

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Failures who cant stand up on their feet

Yeah he's six feet under

Baby, you know who you are

If he does my soul to keep

Suck my teat, nasty feet,

They're thousands of feet, down below

My niggas is winning though