This is a song about "My sneakers on"

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it

Boobie gave me the game, change to give me some sneakers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

Everybody finger point in your direction

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Before my time pasted on

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

You fags wear #jeremy #scott #wings, fly sneakers on

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Ill beat 'em up till they see the blood seepin' and their sneakers smudged