This is a song about "Foot patrol"

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

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

Sticking to an idea is like big foot sighting

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Gotta make that cash

Got my foot on the gas

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

U put ur foot in my j's n then lace it,

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

A patrol car's no more than a whore with two dicks inside it

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook