This is a song about "My foot was a balloon"

I've got my foot on your shoulder

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

I have a dream in which i will succeed, blow up like a balloon,

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

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

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

My life was such a mess,

Yes sir, please confess

My matrix was just a check list

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Got my foot on the gas

Better tell me the truth because my foot is half out the door

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for