This is a song about "My foot"

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

Spit magic im dumbledore run the game til my foot sore

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

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

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Dig a six foot hole for a bitch ass troll

So the devil that drove in her got in control

Got my foot on the gas

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

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

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

I put one foot in front of the other