This is a song about "Stinky feet"

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

These chains wrapped around my feet,

We can't catch the beat

Failures who cant stand up on their feet

I can always go home and look down my street

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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

Suck my teat, nasty feet,

This is the concrete

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

In this city so just bow down to my feet

When my words were aimed at your feet

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Yeah he's six feet under