This is a song about "House shoes"

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

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

High as shit, i’m in a booth

You can't find your fucken shoes?

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

To them it's just a story

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

Like the swoosh on my shoes

Duck duck, say goose