This is a song about "Insta shoes"

Back straight, eyes low, he wears khakis and polo shoes

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

My shoes black, slater back/

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Its cold as shit in this booth

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

Like the swoosh on my shoes

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

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

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

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

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

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