This is a song about "Empty shoes"

You can't find your fucken shoes?

With women with issues

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

A legend have to bow, africa

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah