This is a song about "Shoe person"

No longer the person teachers adore

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

I pop one, you pop one

But hey i'm not a person

The haters gonna walk up and spit on ya shoe

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

And people call me a user, but i want you

And became aimless like the guy who thew that shoe/

Akin to the affection of a shoe-store employee/

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

If you wanted a date, don't come

Malcolm is the kind of person

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

He never actually was a bad person,