This is a song about "Golf shoes"

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Damn i'm fly, i don't need a pair of shoes

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

The science and the art, africa

When they would be the same with a day in my shoes,

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

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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