This is a song about "Custom shoes"

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

My shoes black, slater back/

I'm about to snap

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

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

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Third ward general, young cash money

Crockadillys are the shoes for me