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

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

I want to live my way

That's what they'll say

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

I want yas to seperate i want it to end

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went