This is a song about "Converse shoes without cussing"

But what if they were in our shoes without their stacks

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Cussing out these lames man they get on my nerves

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

When they wouldn't be the same with a day in my shoes,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Feast dibs on the girl with the cocaine converse.

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

With women with issues

They won't shut up ... and wow! now she's there- cussing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring