This is a song about "Foot"

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

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

But i apologize for not walking you around

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

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

Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

I put one foot in front of the other

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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