This is a song about "Flute shoe perfume"

Dumb girls doing it, and my shoe again,

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Akin to the affection of a shoe-store employee/

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Spit like shoe shine and my rhymes are unique

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

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

Papa said "be you" don't wear an over sized shoe

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Im a shoe in for this nigga im already interlaced

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

I wonder how he kept that like a shoe case

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin