This is a song about "Shoes"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

When they would be the same with a day in my shoes,

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

My kostons are the reason that you tossed your wrinkly leather shoes

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

If you ain't about money