This is a song about "Foot fedish"

She said she want it now, well girl it's hammer time

I'm not flying sky high, i'm only four foot nine

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

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Save some, save none at the same time

And put another half a mil in my bank account

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

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

Just one hit from me, and youll be six foot under

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

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

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

I can get straight to the cash

Got my foot on the gas