This is a song about "Foot b"

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot

But we got off on the wrong foot

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

You see now that nigga lonely

First name dizzy last name b

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

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

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

What them tippers don't see

Imma take over new b

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,