This is a song about "Big shoes"

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

This is like riding through the city

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

When they would be the same with a day in my shoes,

Its cold as shit in this booth

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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