This is a song about "Goody two shoes"

The fittest crew like a pair of nike jordan tennis shoes,

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Dark side of town, baby mama blues