This is a song about "Broken foot"

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

But we got off on the wrong foot

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

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

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

Broken beyond repair,

And i ain't goin' well

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Cold, my style making my nose run

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

My knee was cut open, heart was broken.