This is a song about "Foot"

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

Spit magic im dumbledore run the game til my foot sore

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

Fuck with mine, i'll put my foot up your ass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

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

That way i know for sure your love is really genuine

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball