This is a song about "Holey shoes"

Wonder about my life, got my head in my shoes

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

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

My kostons are the reason that you tossed your wrinkly leather shoes

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Lazy ass don't believe in lies. truth lies beneath our shoes

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