This is a song about "Converse shoes without cussing"

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Feast dibs on the girl with the cocaine converse.

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

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

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

My time with their half-witted reviews

They tryin to take a walk in my shoes,

Duck duck, say goose

Like the swoosh on my shoes

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth