This is a song about "Flute shoe perfume"

Sabotage, sabotage, i love you

The haters gonna walk up and spit on ya shoe

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

You'll think it was a flute by the length that i must roll blunts

Go home fuck you play a flute

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Dumb girls doing it, and my shoe again,

And do i need to mention when

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

That made china sick ,mad over the out come blood on my shoe

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

I got the whole damn world on this shoe type of shit

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

Miss your silly laugh and your nasal burning perfume