This is a song about "Custom shoes"

High as shit, i’m in a booth

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

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

My shoes black, slater back/

I'm about to snap

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

When they would be the same with a day in my shoes,

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

My time with their half-witted reviews

You need shoes i need booze