This is a song about "Empty shoes"

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Walking with an empty purse

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Back straight, eyes low, he wears khakis and polo shoes

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

The science and the art, africa

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty