This is a song about "1500 for my shoes"

My kostons are the reason that you tossed your wrinkly leather shoes

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

My time with their half-witted reviews

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Like the swoosh on my shoes

Its cold as shit in this booth

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

I will screw it and over do it, and if ya step on my brand new shoes,

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

When i’m trying my best, you walk around a day in my shoes,