This is a song about "Busted ass shoes"

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Busted so bad you can't get your feet back under you

Its cold as shit in this booth

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

My time with their half-witted reviews

Like the swoosh on my shoes