This is a song about "Foot long hotdog"

Pushin the hotdog handcart with explosives strapped under it

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

My choppa strap too long

And you ain't doing nothing wrong

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

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

I've got my foot on your shoulder

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Call me a product of my own damn hood

But we got off on the wrong foot

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot