This is a song about "Baby foot"

Got my foot on the gas

So chase the air hide your stash

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

Hell tried to grasp it but it survived that 300 foot fall.

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Swerve never stay alive, foot ain't on gas right now

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Hold up i'm your baby.

You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

And niggas flashing crazy

And i know love me baby