This is a song about "Rapping and shoes"

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Jordan on my shoes, i got the eights and tens

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

With women with issues

And other times i could only settle my depression with rapping,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Why not me the same thing

Spitting rhymes and rapping

Quit rapping and go back to sucking dick

Cats so watered down clowns can sink titanic

And typical lyricists rapping about silly shit,

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this