This is a song about "Black people shoes"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Poor black people get put down, and are caught up in it,

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Like the swoosh on my shoes

Zero options to choose

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

People call me black but i think it is whack

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black