This is a song about "Running shoes"

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Beautiful are thou, africa

Now concentrate until you get the juice

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Damn i'm fly, i don't need a pair of shoes

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

When they would be the same with a day in my shoes,