This is a song about "Foot fetish"

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Look at me left foot right foot through these streets

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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

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

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Cus they got a murder fetish and a lion's bite!

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

All drinks on me like a fuckin' coaster

I've got my foot on your shoulder

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good