This is a song about "Bobos shoes"

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

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

My kostons are the reason that you tossed your wrinkly leather shoes

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

Like the swoosh on my shoes

High as shit, i’m in a booth

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

My time with their half-witted reviews

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes