This is a song about "Foot"

This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

6 foot 7 foot 8 foot or 9,my raps are better than all your shit combined,

But we got off on the wrong foot

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Dig a six foot hole for a bitch ass troll

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

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

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Swerve never stay alive, foot ain't on gas right now