This is a song about "Golf shoes"

Educate yourselves, of africa

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

When they wouldn't be the same with a day in my shoes,

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

You need shoes i need booze

My time with their half-witted reviews

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

I know my calling's worth like phone card

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

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.