This is a song about "My shoes"

Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Imagine you in my shoes, going through all of my shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I put my shoes and jacket on and get my schoolbag on my back

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

So i kicked of my shoes, threw away the shackles

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

My shoes cost a fortune paintin these pictures like norman

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them