This is a song about "Weird feet"

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

While i'm still chief of these weird emotions

Nightmare on any street

Head to toe, face and feet,

Everybody says i'm weird, when my face appears

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Just for me being weird in the past/

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Just for me being weird in the past/

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Sometimes i think, what i need

Suck my teat, nasty feet,

Call me weird coz i'm different to you

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through