This is a song about "Foot"

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

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

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

And put another half a mil in my bank account

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

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Sticking to an idea is like big foot sighting

I'm gettin discouraged with her

I've got my foot on your shoulder