This is a song about "Foot patrol"

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot

Saying they this and that

Put my foot in your casket

Ghettos and kids that roam the globe, patrol like a soldier known,

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

I'm not flying sky high, i'm only four foot nine

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

Got my foot on the gas

How the fuck you wipe your ass

6 foot 7 foot 8 foot or 9,my raps are better than all your shit combined,

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Raise a hill place my foot in the sand creating a mound,