This is a song about "Sandals"

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Well, that trait matches rap just as well as socks do with sandals

Leave them like toes in sandals get, split,

But you're loving mine i am the shit