This is a song about "Clean pair of sneaks"

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Forget your balls, and grow a pair of tits

So i guess that's where i hide my things

He wishes he had a pair of wings

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Higher than a pair of falcons over mountains

Or peachy keen scenes of teens, nothing was squeaky clean,

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Like the sewage in the major polluted cities , stripped the roots

I'm commander coop, making obsolete every single other pair of troops

But underneath this hat was some hair and a pair of horns

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

No squeaky clean scenes of ghetto violence is,

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

Without a nice pair of titties i would probably last a day,