This is a song about "Busted ass shoes"

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

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

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Is written in our souls, africa

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

Acrimonious harmonious flows are busted

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit