This is a song about "Loving shoes breaking hearts"

Release rhymes until the amplifier's breaking

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

I come to win your hearts

Please correct me, stretch marks

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

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

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

No, no, we are not those

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Loving you is clouding my head