This is a song about "Foot fungus"

Put my foot in your casket

But i remain the good kid

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

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

Raise a hill place my foot in the sand creating a mound,

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

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

But we got off on the wrong foot

This information is vital, look

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook