This is a song about "Custom shoes"

Lazy ass don't believe in lies. truth lies beneath our shoes

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Afterwards she asks for a custom freestyle flowing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Its cold as shit in this booth

You need shoes i need booze

With women with issues

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry