This is a song about "Clothes and shoes"

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Jordan on my shoes, i got the eights and tens

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

Just remember i said it, by the end of november

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Lose your sundress and shoes, and lemme lay it on you

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

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes