This is a song about "Shoe laces"

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Akin to the affection of a shoe-store employee/

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Blue dixon running shoes hanging from laces,hearts pounding faster when

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

I'm flyer than a shoe i'm higher than a bundle keep ya

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

Everybody finger point in your direction

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

That couldn't seem to handle the complexity of tying there laces,

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

I tried the hip hop shoe on and it fit

Spit like shoe shine and my rhymes are unique

I pray the lord my guns to keep