This is a song about "Foot"

Put on the lab coat, every square foot of this lab goes

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

U put ur foot in my j's n then lace it,

Young money motherfucker we the shit

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

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

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

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

White boy, six foot, packin a nine