This is a song about "Boogie shoes"

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Zero options to choose

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

My shoes black, slater back/

There's crack, there's crack

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

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

Damn i'm fly, i don't need a pair of shoes

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

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