This is a song about "Shoes and coffee"

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

My conscious only knew whats half tight

With a coffee and we end it like

Knowing you was getting by hardly

You saying you want coffee

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Jordan on my shoes, i got the eights and tens

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Now concentrate until you get the juice