This is a song about "Bad shoes"

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Like the swoosh on my shoes

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

You can't find your fucken shoes?

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes