This is a song about "Pinky toe"

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Slit a body open from the head to the toe

'cause we're going toe-to-toe but i'm more fucked up than van gough,

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Yo bro, wanna go toe to toe pound for pound

After he just got out, 15 years to count

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

The only name you'll need is on your toe tag

I'mma leave you buried from head to toe, so stay wary yo

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Cuz when i shoot i go for the big toe.

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

That reminds the blind to dress to the nines head to toe

Head to toe, face and feet,

Indubitably i'm too street