This is a song about "Stinky feet"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

These chains wrapped around my feet,

Dive in originality? it's best you wet your clone feet,

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Watch the ground floor come down under my feet

Merely lettin the scent from your stinky raps linger,

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

Got the new retros on my feet

What do i really need

If he does my soul to keep

Aye it almost got me 6 feet

I'm passing flames walking on ma feet

The revolution will proceed

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Are feet as we keep going,