This is a song about "Foot"

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Look at me left foot right foot through these streets

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

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

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

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

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

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

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

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Got my foot on the gas

I can get straight to the cash

I've got my foot on your shoulder

And there's little to be glad for