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

Da real queen spellin b

It was just another party

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Rap is music with real substance b

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Walk that body, talk that body

I dare you, come at me b

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

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

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Imma take over new b