This is a song about "Foot fungus"

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

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

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

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

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

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

You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim