This is a song about "New sneakers"

I'd be good though cause i always got some #fly #sneakers on

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

So while you worry about the hoes

Love rapping love sneakers above those

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

I earned my stripes like i stole some old sneakers

I wear a pair of beat up and torn sneakers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

A new world order, with a new constitution

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

I sit here after new years thank fuck its a new year,

Big money, all the hoes here, hd, i came so clear

You gotta new pack of new crack, stop acting o.g you only new jack

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

Don't think this oppression's new,

Knowing that i need you