This is a song about "Custom shoes"

Like the swoosh on my shoes

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

My time with their half-witted reviews

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

He was just accostumed to the custom suits/

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth