This is a song about "Bobos shoes"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Wonder about my life, got my head in my shoes

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

Bitch, they call it motor city

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

Like the swoosh on my shoes

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth