This is a song about "Foot patrol"

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Put my foot in your casket

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

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

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all