This is a song about "Broke shoes"

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

Now concentrate until you get the juice

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

You can't find your fucken shoes?

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

On top of that, i’m broke

Here nigga on the road