This is a song about "Custom shoes"

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Damn i'm fly, i don't need a pair of shoes

Snapple fact: you rather wack

My shoes black, slater back/

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

Back straight, eyes low, he wears khakis and polo shoes

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

My kostons are the reason that you tossed your wrinkly leather shoes

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth