This is a song about "Foot"

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

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

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

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

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

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

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Dig a six foot hole for a bitch ass troll

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Got my foot on the gas