This is a song about "Foot"

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

First off congratulations on the win

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

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

Look at me left foot right foot through these streets

And she throws up whatever she eats

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Since you're down now, boy, lick ma foot heel

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

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

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

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

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

I like to call that a quick flip

Put my foot in your casket