This is a song about "Lets trade shoes"

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

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

My time with their half-witted reviews

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

When they would be the same with a day in my shoes,

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Zero options to choose

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah