This is a song about "Boys bags and shoes"

Lose your sundress and shoes, and lemme lay it on you

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Yeah, look here i pay dues

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Jordan on my shoes, i got the eights and tens

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

Then i raped and murdered your three little boys!

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise