This is a song about "Converse shoes without cussing"

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

But what if they were in our shoes without their stacks

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Cussing out these lames man they get on my nerves

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

They tryin to take a walk in my shoes,