This is a song about "Foot patrol"

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

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

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

From hollywood to the hood

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

Hell tried to grasp it but it survived that 300 foot fall.

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

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind