This is a song about "Foot on the clutch and now where burnin"

Got my foot on the gas

How the fuck you wipe your ass

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

But we got off on the wrong foot

To mcs that don't rhyme good

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

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Why me, i say it cause we number one

And lucifer, prepare to clutch, shit just begun

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would