This is a song about "Foot"

Sticking to an idea is like big foot sighting

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

We've got one foot on the ground and we've got one foot in the grave

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Aye, hold your head homie, look

But we got off on the wrong foot

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

Huh, i can't interpret her

I've got my foot on your shoulder

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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