This is a song about "Empty shoes"

Where you belong with your family

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

Then sit empty in hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

You need shoes i need booze

Its cold as shit in this booth

But five years from now i bet she see

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.