This is a song about "New shoes"

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

To liberate yourselves, africa

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Its cold as shit in this booth

They tryin to take a walk in my shoes,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

I will screw it and over do it, and if ya step on my brand new shoes,

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

You need shoes i need booze

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes