This is a song about "Foot fettish"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Look at me left foot right foot through these streets

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

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

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Spit magic im dumbledore run the game til my foot sore

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

Put on the lab coat, every square foot of this lab goes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here

Since you're down now, boy, lick ma foot heel