This is a song about "Golf shoes"

Beautiful are thou, africa

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

They tryin to take a walk in my shoes,

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

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

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

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

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Magazines who at times seem to misuse