This is a song about "Custom shoes"

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

They tryin to take a walk in my shoes,

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

Malia family, we the family

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

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

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Zero options to choose

Like the swoosh on my shoes