This is a song about "New shoes"

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

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

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Back straight, eyes low, he wears khakis and polo shoes

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

High as shit, i’m in a booth

They tryin to take a walk in my shoes,

Snapple fact: you rather wack

My shoes black, slater back/

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth