This is a song about "My foot"

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

Spit magic im dumbledore run the game til my foot sore

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

Put my foot in your casket

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

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

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

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Dig a six foot hole for a bitch ass troll

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

But we got off on the wrong foot