This is a song about "Eagle shoes"

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

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

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

With women with issues

Like the swoosh on my shoes

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

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

And now that i’m getting money

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Either hell hath no fury or an eagle takes its place/

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Beautiful are thou, africa