This is a song about "Lets trade shoes"

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Well lets see, if these shoes of mine can fit those fragile feet,

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

They fasting they won't leave me ate

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

Dark side of town, baby mama blues