This is a song about "New shoes"

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Like the swoosh on my shoes

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

When they wouldn't be the same with a day in my shoes,

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

My brothers need some clothes and shoes