This is a song about "Foot face"

Swerve never stay alive, foot ain't on gas right now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

Got my foot on the gas

And when it come to the cash

Look at me left foot right foot through these streets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

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

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Raise a hill place my foot in the sand creating a mound,

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs