This is a song about "Custom shoes"

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

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

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Its cold as shit in this booth

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

Afterwards she asks for a custom freestyle flowing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth