This is a song about "Big foot"

Dig a six foot hole for a bitch ass troll

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

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

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

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

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

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Put my foot in your casket

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

We've got one foot on the ground and we've got one foot in the grave

Huh, got to get better with time

White boy, six foot, packin a nine