This is a song about "Fresh pair of jays"

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Youll need a pair of long stilts to step up to me

Damn i'm fly, i don't need a pair of shoes

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

He wishes he had a pair of wings

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

A big improvement, i plan to take the game to a new set of rules

I'm commander coop, making obsolete every single other pair of troops

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

But my bars are so cold you gone need a pair of

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

I wear a pair of beat up and torn sneakers

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

"wanna knock them boots like a old pair of tims

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair