This is a song about "Foot"

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot

Call me a product of my own damn hood

I'm not flying sky high, i'm only four foot nine

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

Just one hit from me, and youll be six foot under

Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Spit magic im dumbledore run the game til my foot sore

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Sticking to an idea is like big foot sighting

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

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow