This is a song about "Bad shoes"

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

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

Beautiful are thou, africa

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Lazy ass don't believe in lies. truth lies beneath our shoes

Man i feel ya i been in ya shoes,

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

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

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

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Like the bottom of your dated shoes