This is a song about "Custom shoes"

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

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

My time with their half-witted reviews

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

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull

The fittest crew like a pair of nike jordan tennis shoes,

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

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