This is a song about "Foot"

Call me a product of my own damn hood

But we got off on the wrong foot

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

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Got my foot on the gas

Look at me left foot right foot through these streets

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

Raise a hill place my foot in the sand creating a mound,

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Michelangelo portrait meet mia angelou notebook

This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

Aye, hold your head homie, look