This is a song about "Platform shoes"

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

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

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

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

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

The fittest crew like a pair of nike jordan tennis shoes,

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