This is a song about "Shoe fag"

You big ass motherfuckin' fag!

She michael jackson bad

Akin to the affection of a shoe-store employee/

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Crockadillys are the shoe for where ever you go

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

Shawty can i taste you

Running with no fuckin shoe

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

I'm done kiss my ass take out the trash you rap fag

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks