This is a song about "Foot ferish"

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

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Sticking to an idea is like big foot sighting

We've got one foot on the ground and we've got one foot in the grave

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Put my foot in your casket

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Private plane, my seat recline

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

I put one foot in front of the other

Good love then i can do that for her

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

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

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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