This is a song about "Rubbish shoes"

My time with their half-witted reviews

Like the swoosh on my shoes

Back straight, eyes low, he wears khakis and polo shoes

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

But its not like you talking rubbish at least it makes some sense

Got their rubbish money and managed to get off without being hurt

And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort

You need shoes i need booze

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose