This is a song about "Boogie shoes"

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

Shit with our whole family

Used to call me the african don dada

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

When they wouldn't be the same with a day in my shoes,

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

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes