This is a song about "Vans on my feet"

Walking down the street i got jays on my feet nigga

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Thank my self and floyd, for standing on my feet

From the back seat, back seat

These chains wrapped around my feet,

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

I look down on my feet and i can only really blink

My body heavy i feel weak, feet thudding on the street

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I’m way harder than the concrete

Got the new retros on my feet

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Got the vans on, plaid shirt and some skinny jeans,

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet