This is a song about "Polo shoes"

See i let my nigga split that

I wear a polo hat

A legend have to bow, africa

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

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

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

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

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

You need shoes i need booze

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

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