This is a song about "Foot locker"

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

Spit magic im dumbledore run the game til my foot sore

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

6 foot 7 foot 8 foot or 9,my raps are better than all your shit combined,

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Ain't scared of shit, got dog treats in my locker

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Look at me left foot right foot through these streets

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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