This is a song about "Running shoes"

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

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

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

Zero options to choose

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Blue dixon running shoes hanging from laces,hearts pounding faster when

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

With women with issues

Like the swoosh on my shoes

I'm on the run, keep running

I said pay me it’s nothing