This is a song about "Off brand shoes"

Everytime you come around

Kick your shoes off, let your hair down

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Walk off the scene with my brand fuckin new

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

Stole a brand new range rover

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

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

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

They tryin to take a walk in my shoes,

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

But fuck you i'm practically brand new.

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

Damn i'm fly, i don't need a pair of shoes

Kill the jungle let the cats loose