This is a song about "Custom shoes"

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

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

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

They claim it as their own, africa

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

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

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

You got reason to brag

My shoes black, slater back/

All i want is you baby

Crockadillys are the shoes for me