This is a song about "Nike shoes"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

My time with their half-witted reviews

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Sneak up on attack

My shoes black, slater back/

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

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

Khakis pressed, nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so i guess it ain't

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

But go ahead and take that nike sign and just do it!

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit