This is a song about "Shoes"

Back straight, eyes low, he wears khakis and polo shoes

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

High as shit, i’m in a booth

You need shoes i need booze

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Wonder about my life, got my head in my shoes

When they wouldn't be the same with a day in my shoes,

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

My time with their half-witted reviews

Damn i'm fly, i don't need a pair of shoes

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Now concentrate until you get the juice