This is a song about "Fresh new shoes"

That means two, between me and you

Or you can keep them fresh and new

Khakis pressed, nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so i guess it ain't

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

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

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

My time with their half-witted reviews

Our history that they stole, africa

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

I start everyday as a fresh

Enouph i still feel fresh

I'm hoping i confess