This is a song about "Golf shoes"

Feeling ripped off, like ya went to college and majored in professional disc golf

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

How beautiful are thou, africa

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

When you can't make a hit even on a golf range

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Back straight, eyes low, he wears khakis and polo shoes

Like the swoosh on my shoes

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth