This is a song about "Running shoes"

Its cold as shit in this booth

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

High as shit, i’m in a booth

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

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.