This is a song about "Foot long hotdog"

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

Your life is a product of trash

Got my foot on the gas

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Sticking to an idea is like big foot sighting

Look at me left foot right foot through these streets

And she throws up whatever she eats

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

Let me put my funk on this one time

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

But we got off on the wrong foot

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot