This is a song about "Foot"

Fuck with mine, i'll put my foot up your ass

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Get it back and shit

Put my foot in your casket

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

But we got off on the wrong foot

Said when i do dirt wit her

I've got my foot on your shoulder

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Sticking to an idea is like big foot sighting

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

Got my foot on the gas

Baby got that super bass