This is a song about "Fresh new shoes"

Carefree i don’t need the stress

I start everyday as a fresh

My shoes black, slater back/

Yeah, the sex in the sack

I will screw it and over do it, and if ya step on my brand new shoes,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Yeah, look here i pay dues

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

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint