This is a song about "Foot long"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

But we got off on the wrong foot

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

I've got my foot on your shoulder

Look at me left foot right foot through these streets

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

But that was only one time

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

My choppa strap too long

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Cowering on my stage to long/

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

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