This is a song about "Golf shoes"

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

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

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

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

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Like the swoosh on my shoes

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

High as shit, i’m in a booth

They tryin to take a walk in my shoes,