This is a song about "Mom cracken shoes socks"

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

Wear bikini bottoms, no bra, and tube socks

Heard the sound of several gun shots

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

They claim it as their own, africa

Gettin' stopped by cops with glocks to rock socks,

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box