This is a song about "Shoes and clothes"

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

My time with their half-witted reviews

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,