This is a song about "Foot"

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Call me a product of my own damn hood

But we got off on the wrong foot

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

I've got my foot on your shoulder

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

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

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

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook