This is a song about "Fake shoes"

You can think i'm a fake,

We got young people's lives at stake

You need shoes i need booze

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

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

When they wouldn't be the same with a day in my shoes,

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

My shoes black, slater back/

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes