This is a song about "Lets trade shoes"

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

Low income no bills getting paid

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

I've been used for trade and laid by soldiers against my will,

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Beautiful are thou, africa

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah