This is a song about "Custom shoes"

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

He was just accostumed to the custom suits/

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

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

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Like the swoosh on my shoes

Duck duck, say goose

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news