This is a song about "Busted ass shoes"

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

The dead society of a poet

Hole in the hull, busted ship

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

Its cold as shit in this booth

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

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