This is a song about "Foot"

But we got off on the wrong foot

We was loonie i suppose, you could

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

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

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

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

Sticking to an idea is like big foot sighting

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

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

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

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

I got something you've been waiting for

I put one foot in front of the other