This is a song about "Foot fetish"

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

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

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Fuck with mine, i'll put my foot up your ass

Your life is a product of trash

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

This fetish with drinkin' nigga's blood in never enough

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Look at me left foot right foot through these streets

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

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