This is a song about "Ball foot"

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

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

Got my foot on the gas

Little light in the ass

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

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

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

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation