This is a song about "Foot"

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

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

See her man face-to-face through the glass

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

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Look at me left foot right foot through these streets

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

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

Hell tried to grasp it but it survived that 300 foot fall.

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

Since you're down now, boy, lick ma foot heel

Tryin' do right by you got me here

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs