This is a song about "Green shoes"

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

You need shoes i need booze

High as shit, i’m in a booth

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

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

They claim it as their own, africa

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Zero options to choose

You can't find your fucken shoes?