This is a song about "Foot"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Sticking to an idea is like big foot sighting

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

Put my foot in your casket

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

U put ur foot in my j's n then lace it,

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes