This is a song about "Stinky feet"

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

But this pleated cleat will clean you off your feet.

Merely lettin the scent from your stinky raps linger,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

These chains wrapped around my feet,

Now it's time to eat

The beat that is at my feet

Yeah i know we never got to meet

I can always go home and look down my street

Watch the ground floor come down under my feet

Failures who cant stand up on their feet

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Don't want to be the king

Are feet as we keep going,

What do i really need

Then bow down and kiss my feet