This is a song about "Money cars shoes"

Than the muse of a family

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Like the swoosh on my shoes

My time with their half-witted reviews

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars