This is a song about "Foot"

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

But the same deposition take it every time

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

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

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

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

Got my foot on the gas

Gotta make that cash

Kaiser soze, we never see him

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I've got my foot on your shoulder

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

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