This is a song about "Foot on they neck"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Hands so ruff on her neck there blistering

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

She's lost for words from the #tire #placement on her neck hide

I bury my whole foot in ur faggot ass and still walk tall haters keep me on toes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

No one-half and i hate math

Got my foot on the gas

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

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

Picked the blade back up and put it on the side of my neck.

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot