This is a song about "Foot"

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

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Put my foot in your casket

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

We've got one foot on the ground and we've got one foot in the grave

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

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Spit magic im dumbledore run the game til my foot sore

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free