This is a song about "Rapping and shoes"

Time after time, again and again

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

Lose your sundress and shoes, and lemme lay it on you

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

And there's little to be glad for

Allegedly dead and rapping whiter/

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Stop the clock and take their watches, cop 'em, got no shoes or socks,

Spitting rhymes and rapping

Money ain't a thing

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Simple lines to golden from rapping and ish

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this