This is a song about "I don t want to trade shoes"

Hold my tears i tried my best

Back to my shoes how could i forget

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Quietly becoming a top tier

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

I want yas to seperate i want it to end

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

You reflect me, i love that about you

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

Since i was killed by the don,

Pay dues like a hair salon