This is a song about "Shoes and coffee"

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Zero options to choose

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Its cold as shit in this booth

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

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

Y'all sippin' in champagne, while we're just drinkin' coffee

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

We got big shoes to fill, and that ain't no small feat/