This is a song about "Rapping and shoes"

We got big shoes to fill, and that ain't no small feat/

I can always go home and look down my street

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

They said i sucked and cant stand me rapping

Rapping for three years and still pristine

I'm the head coach of the team

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

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

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

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

I will screw it and over do it, and if ya step on my brand new shoes,

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes