This is a song about "Foot"

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

If they find that stash box just one time

Spit magic im dumbledore run the game til my foot sore

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Put my foot in your casket

I've got my foot on your shoulder

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

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

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes