This is a song about "Foot rap"

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

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

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

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

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

Since you're down now, boy, lick ma foot heel

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Put my foot in your casket

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Look at me left foot right foot through these streets

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

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

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all