This is a song about "Platform shoes"

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Lazy ass don't believe in lies. truth lies beneath our shoes

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

They tryin to take a walk in my shoes,

My shoes black, slater back/

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

When they would be the same with a day in my shoes,

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

Its cold as shit in this booth