This is a song about "Ball foot"

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

6 foot 7 foot 8 foot or 9,my raps are better than all your shit combined,

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Look at me left foot right foot through these streets

Staring at the crystal ball

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

Sticking to an idea is like big foot sighting

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Rockin dragon ball z short sets

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

From hollywood to the hood

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all