This is a song about "Airforce shoes"

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

Back straight, eyes low, he wears khakis and polo shoes

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

Now concentrate until you get the juice

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

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes