This is a song about "Foot"

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

She prefer the dutty wine

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

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

6 foot 7 foot 8 foot or 9,my raps are better than all your shit combined,

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

But we got off on the wrong foot

To mcs that don't rhyme good

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

I got to make sure that i can play here

Dig a six foot hole for a bitch ass troll

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll