This is a song about "Foot patrol"

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

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

I've got my foot on your shoulder

From hollywood to the hood

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Sticking to an idea is like big foot sighting

Got my foot on the gas

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

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