This is a song about "Shoe"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession

Indubitably i'm too street

Spit like shoe shine and my rhymes are unique

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Akin to the affection of a shoe-store employee/

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Beat you with a shoe to make you sho' like a doggie dude,

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Where would i be without my dogs

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

So lucid lucifer would lose it if the shoe fits shooting clips before the truth admits

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips