This is a song about "Foot"

Aye, hold your head homie, look

But we got off on the wrong foot

No one-half and i hate math

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

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Dig a six foot hole for a bitch ass troll

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

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

She prefer the dutty wine

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

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

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed