This is a song about "Foot"

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Promise me you won't step out of line

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

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

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Just one hit from me, and youll be six foot under

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Got my foot on the gas